Poem First Your words are like lanes of fast traffic I am dazzled in the cacophony pressing hard into my eyes so move into another room, breathe quietly, collect my thoughts, the sounds from the radio drag on somewhere behind a door. Next where I am has cool spaces which heal, beginning to banish the incipient irritation, although sitting too long aches and the mood dial always moves inside my head, fickly, now I smile in every part of me. Later the hours have passed since we collided the ballad of noisy displacement repeating itself, homeless associations let loose about the place free falling as you speak, one is programmed to respond out of politeness, but with the option of silence. So I realise that kindness heals somewhat temporarily, better than falling for something malignant eating away like it does. I use patience eliciting tears in the effort trying silence to its limits sensing its grip tightening around my shoulders then release, I distract myself from reeling into the frame and burning up directing my energy towards an unavoidable truth, the myth that charm is benign, it is deceptive, cruel, over the years encasing its trophy in an amber bead.
Graduating from The Royal Central School in London, Jenny followed a career in the performing arts. Writer, singer and potter she has moved in many worlds always inspired by the juxtapositions in life. She is a published writer of poetry and fiction, her debut novel, Sweet Earth, was published in 2014 followed by her own anthology, Thoughts of Time, in 2016. Jenny’s work has been included in anthologies and journals over recent years. Currently working on prose poetry, having completed a novel about supernatural ballads, she finds making bread a necessary distraction in these troubled times!
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