I know this is a long read for poetry. I kept writing more and more and more thinking when’s the right time to post but then thought, best stick it all out there now or there there will be that many you’re all gonna need a lie down afterwards 😳😉😂
I like your poems Julie they are so good, and When you crush a Fairy is my favourite.Its a Cruel Summer is good and reminds me of younger days, when l was in love with George Michael . Thanks Julie.x
Brilliant poems. Always an underlying sense of your strength or resourcefulness in the face of an indifferent, implacable world. However melancholy, it never seems like you’re taking it lying down. The photo of clouds above Gone is incredible - the light and contrast of textures. Gone can totally be song to the tune of Love Will Tear us Apart. Does make wonder what Ian Curtis would have thought of Bananarama had he lived.
Despite some of the challenges I’m dealing with atm, last couple of weeks has found me very creative- just after publicly announcing that I couldn’t think of a thing to write about, obviously, cause ain’t that how it goes! 😂 Go from zero to wanting to post something every day and trying to pace myself!
Even when the world or your own world turns to shit, there’s always the ole cliche of turning your lemons into lemonade as ‘they’ say. Or at least chuck a bit of citric acid out there eh?😂🤷♀️
Re IC, now I’m thinking about when allegedly edgy indie guys or twee coffee house women cover pop songs. Do them all slow and whiny as if they are giving them new found depth. Imagining them doing it to ‘Shy Boy’ now 😂😂
The Rule Book and Gone were the ones that most jumped out at me, although I enjoyed every single one. As usual, Julie, you deal with subjects with the lightest of touches. A pleasure!
I appreciate all of these. Magic porridge pot is a brilliant metaphor, Julie. And the fairy one! Oh! Made me cry a little inside. These are stunning. Brava. 🌟
Crushing fairies is the North American way. The idea of being brutally honest is a careless way to live. It stomps on wings daily.
The worst of it is, you can never undo what is done in an unthinking moment. It’s like pounding in a nail and then pulling out. There’s a hole left behind that won’t close up.
Yes. As far as life (rather than emotions) are concerned, in a literal sense, how many microscopic things must we kill unknowingly every day. Just little booklice and the like innocently going about their day. You could go crazy thinking about it.
In the emotional sense, sometimes those you crush can grow new wings, sometimes not. Some are better able to regenerate than others.
Your poetry is amazing Julie. It's a gift to be able to translate your depth into words so beautifully. I particularly like crushing fairies... although I don't, if you get what I mean! They all sound very deeply felt
The one about crushing fairies was inspired by one I read as a child (I think Blyton) about a cruel boy who caught butterflies in his net and one day accidentally caught a fairy in there. That boy was deliberately cruel. Often in real life, people aren’t, it’s just that others get caught in the crossfire. Does fate/God/karma discern? I’ve no idea.
I know this is a long read for poetry. I kept writing more and more and more thinking when’s the right time to post but then thought, best stick it all out there now or there there will be that many you’re all gonna need a lie down afterwards 😳😉😂
I like your poems Julie they are so good, and When you crush a Fairy is my favourite.Its a Cruel Summer is good and reminds me of younger days, when l was in love with George Michael . Thanks Julie.x
Oh I loved GM when I was a kid too, even though he was gay and it was never to be 😂(that’s the only reason why, obviously….)
Brilliant poems. Always an underlying sense of your strength or resourcefulness in the face of an indifferent, implacable world. However melancholy, it never seems like you’re taking it lying down. The photo of clouds above Gone is incredible - the light and contrast of textures. Gone can totally be song to the tune of Love Will Tear us Apart. Does make wonder what Ian Curtis would have thought of Bananarama had he lived.
Despite some of the challenges I’m dealing with atm, last couple of weeks has found me very creative- just after publicly announcing that I couldn’t think of a thing to write about, obviously, cause ain’t that how it goes! 😂 Go from zero to wanting to post something every day and trying to pace myself!
Even when the world or your own world turns to shit, there’s always the ole cliche of turning your lemons into lemonade as ‘they’ say. Or at least chuck a bit of citric acid out there eh?😂🤷♀️
Re IC, now I’m thinking about when allegedly edgy indie guys or twee coffee house women cover pop songs. Do them all slow and whiny as if they are giving them new found depth. Imagining them doing it to ‘Shy Boy’ now 😂😂
Hi Julie, the Fairy poem and the Porridge Pot spoke to me. Your questions are interesting. The universe is just so mystical. I love your accent 😊🙏
Thank you. Yes, I am often inspired by fairy tales. I think my inner child keeps close tabs on me. X
So does mine 🤣🙏🏼
These are great Julie but my favorites are Haunting Painting and Magic Porridge Pot…
Thank you. I am glad you appreciated them Jo-Ann x
The Rule Book and Gone were the ones that most jumped out at me, although I enjoyed every single one. As usual, Julie, you deal with subjects with the lightest of touches. A pleasure!
Thank you, lovely. ‘The Rule Book’ one felt like the angry one, just came out in a bit of a temper after dealing with officials 🤷♀️🙄
I appreciate all of these. Magic porridge pot is a brilliant metaphor, Julie. And the fairy one! Oh! Made me cry a little inside. These are stunning. Brava. 🌟
Thanks, Trudi. I wrote that Porridge Pot one this morning. X
Crushing fairies is the North American way. The idea of being brutally honest is a careless way to live. It stomps on wings daily.
The worst of it is, you can never undo what is done in an unthinking moment. It’s like pounding in a nail and then pulling out. There’s a hole left behind that won’t close up.
Yes. As far as life (rather than emotions) are concerned, in a literal sense, how many microscopic things must we kill unknowingly every day. Just little booklice and the like innocently going about their day. You could go crazy thinking about it.
In the emotional sense, sometimes those you crush can grow new wings, sometimes not. Some are better able to regenerate than others.
My heart feels hurt for you
Thank you. Oh I’m alright. I’ll survive. The poems just let me indulge the darker aspects of myself. My therapy. It’s not my head all the time x
Your poetry is amazing Julie. It's a gift to be able to translate your depth into words so beautifully. I particularly like crushing fairies... although I don't, if you get what I mean! They all sound very deeply felt
Thank you. I appreciate that.
The one about crushing fairies was inspired by one I read as a child (I think Blyton) about a cruel boy who caught butterflies in his net and one day accidentally caught a fairy in there. That boy was deliberately cruel. Often in real life, people aren’t, it’s just that others get caught in the crossfire. Does fate/God/karma discern? I’ve no idea.
That could be an interesting discussion couldn't it
Yes. Tread lightly is the best we can do.
The crushing fairy poem resonated with me. Partly this is because I've spent five days hiking and lived with the fragility of wildlife
Also though I know I have accidentally crushed people with careless words.
Thanks for sharing and writing.
Thanks for your comment Sharon, I think I was having an Enid Blyton moment, she used to write a lot about fairies in the garden:)