Poems Burning
I read a poem about poems burning,
before the poet’s eyes.
before the poet’s eyes.
And cried to grieve words
that meant the world,
but would never be read,
unless they could be remembered.
And I resolved to write out Everything.
Forever. In two places.
Playing Chicken
My shadow looks like she is walking
in the middle of the road
while I watch from the pavement.
in the middle of the road
while I watch from the pavement.
Cars roll over her and she’s oblivious
to their wheels and their weight.
Continuing unfazed, her speed unchanged,
she doesn’t even flinch.
I am impressed by her bravery –
but also jealous.
Beth O’Brien is currently studying for a degree in English Literature at the University of Birmingham. She loves reading, writing, food and seeing the world – when any of these overlap, she loves them even more!
