I read from trees as the day time ends,
the moon, marble against velvet, shines down,
my secret torch beneath covers extends
to this forest of writing and sound.
Leaves will murmur, not just in the wind,
from tree trunks full of plots and narratives.
The branches are scrawny, that is my script
my drafts, my redrafts. My mistakes will live
in this jungle of thoughts and imitation,
mice scratch words and around me owls sing,
the woodpecker pecking a special citation
into bark as it stores secrets under its wing.
But the most company that I will make
is with a story, and that story will be fake.
Caitriona Hansen is 22 years old and a graduate in English Literature with Creative Writing from Lancaster University. She graduated in July and is currently working at a swimming pool whilst pursuing her poetry and exploring performing poetry at home in Newcastle. This is her first publication, though she performed at the EAT! Festival in Newcastle in August 2013. She properly got into writing poetry through studying Creative Writing at university. She is currently working towards creating her own events involving local poets; an Oxjam event in December 2013 celebrated local musicians and poets, raised almost £300 and raised awareness of the local poetry scene to those who had never been involved in it before. "It went fantastic," says Caitriona, "I was really pleased with how much everyone enjoyed the poems."
About Fiction she says, "This is my favourite poem that I've written because it brings me back to my childhood, reading literature in bed at night, but also relates to my self now, exploring the art of writing."
Caitriona's blog is Rooted Poems.
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Fiction © 2013 Caitriona Hansen: used with permission.
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