Her Kisses
Her kisses remain, in my mind
As something excluded from time
Like ash, dust, earth, yet aquiline
Madescent skin
Drench me without, drench me within
Make real, this dream
These concrete walls, ache and shiver
As golden hues turn to silver
And twilight’s tongue tastes the river
Bound for the sea
With body and mind, together
There you, there me…
©️DMM Shoreditchpoet
How this poem came about:
This is a poem written for Burns night in Robert Burns style.
I used the rhyming scheme and meter:
Rhyming scheme
A – 8
A – 8
B – 8
C – 4
C – 8
B – 4
In my household, when our kids were growing up, we used to sit around a fire on Burns night, eating something like Haggis (probably sausage rolls) and reading poetry.
It’s great that rap writers and young poets keep the art of poetry as relevant and vibrant today as it has always been.
In the age of soundbites, tweets and AI technology, genuine wordsmiths are perhaps more important now than ever.
If we lose the art and skill of writing; or, by becoming lazy, stop exercising our creative imagination altogether, we genuinely will start becoming zombie-like. Following slogan wielding leaders with no discernment as to the content of their discourse. We will lose the ability to think critically and analyse objectively.
Expressing an idea in a strict poetic form – a Haiku, or a Sonnet for instance – is a great way of exercising the creative mind in each of us.
It is also is a wonderful meditation technique – requiring the entire brain to “get out on the dance floor,” before skydiving into a comfortable abyss, all the time keeping your third eye on the metronome in the lighthouse.
Creative writing, poetry, is all encompassing, and is the best weapon (in the long run) against oppression and extremism.
