I’ve got another poem for you this week! Keeping with the theme of the past few weeks, this is another one that I wrote for uni, and I hope that it will be particularly poignant to anyone who’s ever been stuck on hold on the phone – which is, in all likelihood, most people. Anyway, here’s the poem!
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A Raging Blood-Blush
This is another poem that I wrote for uni, but just a short one this week – with some attention paid to alliteration, which you’ll see in just a moment! I feel like this one has the same sort of vibes as the poems in Aleatory Poetry and perhaps Commute to an extent, so if you enjoy this one then feel free to give those a look-over too.
The Feeding of Memories
Continuing the theme from the past few weeks, I’ve got another poem for you today! There’s a bit of a clear pattern with this one, which I tried to have some fun with, although ‘fun’ doesn’t feel quite right to describe a poem with this sort of tone. In any case, I hope you find this one to be an interesting read!
Honourable Nonsense
I’ve got a bit of a different poem for you this week – the text was taken from a Commons Chamber debate about the Crystal Palace in 1851, which you can read here if you’re curious. It’s been switched around and altered quite a bit, but it makes for an intriguing poem in my opinion, and I hope you think so too! This is another poem that I wrote for university, but I don’t think I’m going to submit it anywhere, so it can live here on the blog instead.
Pile of Parts
This week’s post is a poem that was featured in Pen & Quill’s first issue, and it’s one that I actually wrote for part of my final year university coursework, so I hope you enjoy it! One of the editors, Jamie Kim, called it “A captivating poem about self-destruction and rebirth” – and you can read the rest of the editor’s comment in the issue if you’re interested! This poem does contain somewhat graphic but brief descriptions of body parts, so feel free to skip this one if that doesn’t sound like the sort of thing you want to be reading right now. But if it sounds right up your street, then here is the poem for this week!
Frost In Summer
This is just a quick little poem today – I’m not really sure where the inspiration came from, except perhaps the cold weather outside, but I hope you enjoy this little bundle of contradictions melded with some deeper truths. They are hidden in there somewhere, I promise!
Look At A Book: Our Paused World
Welcome to my hundredth blog post! Today, we’re going to be taking an in-depth look at Our Paused World, my short but sweet lockdown-inspired poetry collection. Unlike most of my books, this one is only available as a print edition – but the copies are relatively cheap on Amazon if you’d like to give it a go.
Firefly
This week, I’ve got a cute little poem that uses a firefly as a metaphor for love for you – I hope you enjoy it! There’s some similar poetry in Intricacies Inked In Ice if you’d like to check that out, and, of course, don’t forget to go and have a look at my latest novel, The Demon Of Darkenhall Lane, if you haven’t already! But anyway, onto the poem!
Two Thieves, A Little Help & Guilty Of A Lie – On Gentle Wings Excerpt
Exciting news – On Gentle Wings will be releasing very soon! I’m aiming to have the ebook out during this week and the physical copy will be following shortly. You can check out my Instagram or Facebook page to keep up to date with the exact day of release, or sign up to my newsletter on my home page to get an email when the collection is published! For now, here are three poems I’ve picked from the manuscript to share with you today – I really hope you enjoy them!
Haunting Of Dust
Before we get into the poem this week, I have an announcement which I alluded to last week. My big news is that Cats Home is going to be released on the 15th September – yes, tomorrow! This is the release date for the ebook, which will be available at some point tomorrow to read (for free, as ever) and also the date on which I will upload the print book for publication. The print book versions always take a little more time than the ebook versions, so I hope you won’t mind the wait. But anyway, with that out of the way, please enjoy this little poem about memory and dust.
Oskar Leonard 