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poetswinnersLightening
by Sarah Reilly


I am not afraid of things that are outside.
The sky may dart its
blue and lilac Frisbees
through the uncontained
slit, undressed by
blackout blinds.
I will welcome its reflections,
Its playful bounces,
catching its flight
beneath my eyelids.
I will sleep bathed
in natural light
like a child with a night-light
For nothing can hurt me
if I don't let it in.


 

poetsIndigo Mornings
by Sarah Reilly


Chalk dust seems to sketch, Immotile, ghost-like possessions,
In this granular light,
Pulsating erratically in indigo.
As eyelids close,
Eyelids open
And dreams diminish.
Then dawn's remains disintegrate,
Still tight on my torso.
I am night and day in one
And lead-like limbs
Do not stir.
Hearts do not lose
To the physical.
I shall run and not grow weary,
In the metaphorical sense,
And the day will not subside,
To doubting its source.

 

poems
Cellar Door

by Sarah Reilly

Linguists claim these words as perfection,
Solid in definition
Yet ethereal in sound.
Sounds are a word's first impression,
Heralding what combinations
Can become tangible and vivid
When single, lonesome units discover catches,
Hooks to other realms
Which make them complete.
They are like the mechanics of life,
Illustrating the power of connections,
Or the softness
Or indeed hardness, of what isolation is
And the qualities we possess
That others yearn for.

 

 

Sarah Reilly

A word or an idea becomes a recurring theme in my head. I write them down, I try different moods, different approaches- whatever feels fitting- I score lines out, I re-work sections, I read and re-read..and then something solid is formed that I am comfortable to accept as an extension of 'me'.

I was 7 when I wrote my first poem. At the time, it was just words from my limited vocabulary strung together to express things which were central to me through my little 7-year old eyes. I kept my poems in a box beside my bed and over the years the box became fuller and fuller, my writing became more imaginative, more obscure, more personal yet more refined.

At 21, for me, there is nothing which doesn't stir up a description, swell emotion, the urge to be spoken for... Essentially, I write because the words are always in me, desperate to get out and be sorted rhythmically..But somehow, I feel a need to write. It's like what the Spanish poet, Pablo Neruda, said about speaking for people (or things) which don't have a voice. We can all be that person, through circumstances, personality, stereotypes, pressure to conform, etc. I wanted to find my voice and a way to be honest, yet be safe with my opinions.

But poetry isn't safe. To read it demands a response- In a matter of words, you decide whether you like or dislike it, relate to it or feel far removed from it, accept or reject the ideas, etc. To write it is to allow others to scrutinise your thoughts, and perhaps the scariest part is to actually recognise and put your name to a set of thoughts or opinions. Poetry has allowed me to know myself thoroughly.

Contact details:
www.creative-expression.co.uk
Martin Alderman: martin@creative-expression.co.uk
Sarah Reilly: sarah@creative-expression.co.uk

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