she

Hi everyone,

Hope you're all well. Here's a poem I've been working on for a while. I keep putting it away, bringing it back out, changing things & putting it away again. One day it might be 'finished' whatever that means...

Cheers,

Deb

she

Who is she

depressing and ordinary?

She’s not me,

I’m unique and contrary

I never say die.

Not like her,

defeat in her eyes.

Resignation,

acceptance.

Not me,

I’m still fighting

raging at injustice.

Fierce

teeth bared,

a snarl, not demure smiles.

No batting eyelids,

no sideways glance,

coy looks, romance,

heart aflutter.

Leave me

to my guttural cries.

Realise.

A Poetic Achievement

I recently entered a poem that has featured here in a competition run by DeScribe a Deakin University Writers' Group. The competition was organised in conjunction with Verandah, Deakin's literary journal, and was judged by the Verandah editors and "Little Pig" came in Runner Up.

I have never won anything with my poetry before so this is a very exciting moment for me!

Cheers,

Deb