Tuesday 20th January

Poetry isn’t for everyone. I know that and I get that.

I used to hate poetry at school, I hated teaching it during my brief stint as an English teacher and I find it hard to explain to people how to enjoy it, I guess because you can’t. I would, however, tell everyone to give it a try.

I think the validity of poetry stops being questioned when a line or a verse strikes a chord within you, just like a Sam Smith or an Ed Sheeran song does- seriously, it’s that simple. You just have to find the right fit. 

The other night, I pulled a copy of Ted Hughes’ Birthday Letters off my shelf and just so happened to fall upon the perfect poem to explain how I was feeling at that time.

Here is the one that I opened this collection on. Coincidence? Fate more like.

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If you’re reading this, you actually read the poem. First of all I’d like to apologise for my scrawl across the pages and secondly, I’d like to know what you thought. What did you think about when you read it? How did you feel about the speaker?

My favourite lines are:

“It never seemed unnatural. I was focused,

So locked onto you, so brilliantly,

Everything that was not you was blind-spot.”

This, to me, is love.

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