This is just a soft little poem that I’d like to share this week. I’ve been posting a lot of Commute content recently – check it out on this page if you haven’t already – but sometimes it’s nice to just write pretty words and let them become a poem, because poetry can be so beautiful. Anyway, without further ado, here is A Pastel Love Note.
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Roundabout (EL1)
Here’s another poem from my upcoming collection, Commute! Make sure you sign up to my newsletter to get a copy in your inbox when it releases on July 1st. But, for now, you can enjoy this poem from the collection inspired by one of the buses at my university!
Commute Horror Show (320)
So, this is both a blog post with a poem and also a blog post with an announcement. If you head over to my Upcoming Releases page, you might notice that there is a new book on the horizon – a poetry collection called Commute! This is something that I’ve wanted to put together for a while and I’m really happy to say that it has been progressing really well (and I’ve fallen in love with the cover), so here is a poem from that collection!
A Cicerone’s Poem
With the release of my upcoming dark fantasy novella, Cicerone, on the horizon, I thought I’d share a poem that fell in and out of the manuscript ever since its beginnings in 2018. I’ve been considering whether to use this particular piece in the novella or not, and how I would use it, for so long that it almost feels wrong to cast it aside, but I think it works much better as additional content rather than something contained within the pages of the novella. So, please enjoy this little accompanying poem to Cicerone, and make sure you’re subscribed to my newsletter if you’d like to receive a free ebook copy of Cicerone as soon as it comes out.
Cicerone Extract
So… hey! It’s been a while. Not going to lie, I’ve been super busy with my work, university and also writing for various projects, so I’m just happy to be able to have the time to sit down and write this blog post for you. It’s going to be a fun little excerpt from my upcoming fantasy novella, Cicerone–a little darkness, a little mystery and a whole lot of fun (or is fun the wrong word? Haha). You can expect this release to come within this month, so stay tuned for more news! For now, I hope you enjoy this little snippet.
My Sorrow, Yours To Keep
Not super sure on where the inspiration for this poem has come from, but I’ve been working on a few new projects recently so my writing mind has been prickling with new ideas. Hopefully, I’ll have some more concrete answers for you guys soon–but, until then, here’s a sad little poem for you to ponder. Enjoy!
Life’s Stage
Fun fact – this poem was inspired by a time when I went to watch a play, which you will probably be able to tell by reading it. But anyway, I hope you enjoy the poem!
Dust
Another poem for you this week. I guess it’s about tiredness, but a different tiredness to the usual yawning sleepiness. It’s more of an ache that won’t go away and follows you through every single day until the smallest task becomes a challenge and you have no idea why. Anyway, here’s the poem!
Fields
Keeping with the Wigan Pride theme from the week before last, I’m going to showcase a poem which has certainly been one of my most successful. It came first place in TYWI’s Pride competition in the poetry category, and it’s going to be featured in the digital Wigan Pride 2021 content (although it was recorded in 2020, so I look… quite different!) as well as being published in a couple of other places (such as in Our Paused World!), so let’s add to the list and highlight it here as well!
Under The Moon
Maybe it’s because I’m in the middle of writing Reborn Bloodlines, the sequel to Twisted Bloodlines, but I’m feeling quite appreciative of the moon. It’s just inherently magical to me, in the way that it changes form every night, from crescent to full moon and everything in-between, and everything that you see under moonlight seems otherworldly in a rather beautiful yet eerie way. I’ve got a lot of thoughts, in any case, and my thoughts always seem to work themselves into poetry, so here you go!
Oskar Leonard 