POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE

Our twenties is a time filled with firsts. According to research it is the decade we remember most vividly. Many of us document our experiences, often with the intention of doing something with those journals and emails about our gap years and unrequited crushes. Writer Annwen Elizabeth Evans, now nearing 32, has done just thisContinue reading “POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE”

This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker

  PAVEMENT WALKER –   Do not stop for snowdrops, they are a waste of time. Consult insufficient distraction. Bury in text. Hurry in a grey coat. See not the fallen gate- post, a thread of quiet small- leafed ivy.     16/02/2012 19:20 — First thoughts for this poem were drafted on a littleContinue reading “This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker”

For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013

I was born of poetry on the underside where grey makes writing easier the printed side: too glossy. — I once read that those who buy poetry tend to be middle class, university educated women “of a certain age” (by this, the article implied over 50). Yet whenever I’ve been in Foyle’s on Charing CrossContinue reading “For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013”

A fun romance

it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life.   2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” Continue reading “A fun romance”

In an English spring-time

to me there be daffodils, bluebells, crocuses, forget-me-not in this English spring-time rain cold from bluer sunlit skies showers occasional drop heavy hail bringing back snow, cold sunlight white yet in blue will bloom green to summer 2004, Cambridge — This poem features in my recently published (first) volume of poetry.  I write in myContinue reading “In an English spring-time”

At noon

Quiet or quick off the mark, it’s your draw now, cowboy! At the trough a whinnow mane shakes desert dust. A shutter creaks and midday wanes. Brass badges rust out here. — This is a poem I wrote in mid-2012. It will be one of about a dozen poems in a set I’m compiling entitled “Emily’s PoemsContinue reading “At noon”

World Book Day

Today, 7th March, is World Book Day. Is this a day for a species facing extinction? As someone who has created a book, I suppose I should encourage you to go and save a book from extinction. Go and pick a book off a shelf at your library, indie bookstore or your own overfilled shelves.Continue reading “World Book Day”

Dante’s Barmaids

  Of nymphs, I write for money; On canvas, there they dance. “Champagne,” they laugh, in corsets corked with bubbles popping out.   — This poem was inspired by a detail from “Inferno,” a painting by contemporary Swedish artist Per-Inge Isheden. “Inferno” is a portrait of the nineteenth-century Swedish playwright, literary luminary and painter August Strindberg (1849 –Continue reading “Dante’s Barmaids”