It's Day 10 of National Poetry Month, and I've attempted a Chaucerian stanza. It's always a little tricky trying to get a message across whilst keeping to ‘rhyme rules’. So, just in case this gets lost in translation, this poem... Continue Reading →
This is a style of poetry after the poet, Wendy Cope from ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. It was strange to do, but interesting. Only when you find yourself do you begin to grow Only when you grow do... Continue Reading →