Tag: #words

A Mother’s Fear (the innocence of a child) by Enna Mari

Anger sparks within her eyes, 
Flooded with colours of the night,
A broken shield made of lies, 
Gives the child, a big fright. 

Now a sound, a wail, a weep,
The Mother tries to calm the little sheep,
"Hush," she whispers as she prays,
Hoping the child won't run away.

This is part two of the poems that are based/inspired by William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and Experience.” Unlike the first one, this one is more explicitly obvious that it draws from Blake’s poetry, especially focusing on the naivety of the child where the simple actions of an adult can frighten it.

Though it is not what I usually write in regard to poetry, it is still not too bad. I personally prefer “The Differences” more, perhaps it is because it may be based off myself. Like the previous William Blake inspired poem, it was written for a school assignment and has an accompanied analysis. If any of you are interested, let me know and I’ll attach it. 😊

The Differences by Enna Mari

Sharp slitted eyes, 
Face made of slides, 
Features as round as thee. 

A beautiful smile, 
Kind-Hearted child, 
The world will see you differently.

This poem was written at school for an assignment. The task involved using the themes depicted in William Blake’s poetry, “The songs of Innocence.” I did previously write about certain literary techniques used and the brief analysis of some of the lines, but I thought that may not be something of interest [although if it is let me know and I’ll put it up]. But for now, I’ll leave this without a clear conclusive definition of the meaning and so it is yours to interpret.

Words by Enna Mari

Words  

Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help.                                                      
Hoping saying the words makes it true.

Alone, depressive, monsters, anxiety, hurt, inner voice, a broken heart, nothing, empty, shivers, nerves, self, words, silent screams.                                                
Something I truly know, as close as friends.

Fine, okay, happy, book reader, smart, thriving, going through a rough patch, understanding, empathic, speak up, know it all, great student, part of four.                 
A farced played by me and blurred by others.

Smile, anxious, internalised, glimpse, angry, understood, enough, never truly, tired, wonderful student, reader, wise, gives, takes, allies.                                              
Something they see but I’ve filtered it all.

Gapes, sad, confused, dislike, hate, lonely, never, why, difficulty, know, a mess, trying, climbing but falling, cruel, harsh, tough, fragile, broken.                                        
Negative but true, something I've excepted.

Fantastic, wonderful, great, good, well, fine, okay, bad, surviving, alive, lost.     
Starting with the biggest lie.

I wrote this poem recently, I know, some people might not consider it to be a poem but it’s up to you to decide what you think of it. It is quite a dark poem and yes, in case you are wondering I’m okay. I called it words [it’s quite self-explanatory] because of repeated words and just words in general. Apoligies for the format, I’m still learning.