Llewella_the_poet

Llewella_the_poet

Poetic is indeed a perspective but a poem is a poem is a poem...here are some of mine.


NOSTALGIA IS A BROKEN RECORD or PHILOPHOBIA BROKE MY HEART; some poetry, some video art and just some words

4 Nov 2019 5 minute read 4 comments (S)llew la Wulf

  Ahhh... Nostalgia, one of my favourite words in the whole world. Broken down it means this;    Nostos + Algos or to return (home) + pain... It is commonly known and understood as the pain of knowing what it would be to return, as in home sickness...

A poem and some video art. Liberosis; an ache or a longing to let go

23 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

      LIBEROSIS   Once upon a time Tears rolled down the landscape Of this heart Landing on the souls of my feat Beginning, somewhere lost in the Midsts of too many false starts Almost begun.   Bleached Out against the struggle To keep moving forwar...

Racial bias within the beauty industry, a poem; BLACK BOOTY

21 Oct 2019 1 minute read 2 comments (S)llew la Wulf

    In line with my last few posts and in fact a fair few of my posts, here is another poem for Black History Month. I wrote this a few years ago about structural racism in general as I see it but also about how the beauty industry adds to the racia...

*SPOKEN WORD ARTIST* *EXPERIMENTAL POETRY* *BILINGUAL POET* *SELF PORTRAIT ARTIST*

18 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

  I also make pieces of art out of my poetry; word art, or concrete poetry as it's also known. The  picture in the header in one of the first pieces of word art I made for the below poem and the video is my spoken word version, in both French and En...

A dystopian poem, based upon a dream about living in a post apocalyptic world, about survival amidst deep trauma...

16 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

DARK FRUITS Fulsome, the 4 limbed urchin nymph Waits... Breath is still The air stale She chews on bark She marks her trail She is nature And It is she Dark fruits grow heavy In this dying tree Her limbs are strong, sleek Supple Her breasts hang low...

PTSD... Some poetic prose

13 Oct 2019 1 minute read 2 comments (S)llew la Wulf

LITTLE RED AND THE FALLEN ANGEL Once upon a time there lived a girl... she was a wolf. She was a tree. She was a pearl. She locked herself inside a room that she called Mine. In it she dreamt of colours, dance, laughter and rhyme. She whispered word...

Poem for my eldest ♥️ for her first relationship break up

10 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

DAUGHTERHOOD (pricklypear)     That unmistakable mirror  Of parenthood  Stares back With eyes of gold Impassioned Firm Unblinking  Beyond bold Deeper brown  Than even my own But as i swim closer to the shore I feel land  I sense home In those eyes B...

SILENT HEROS; a poem paying respect to all the women out there working hard for a piece of the pie called freedom, autonomy

9 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

  SILENT HEROS OF WOMANHOOD   For all of those women Who have stood their ground Said yes Said no Never bowed, kowtowed Continued to feel worthy Continued to show up Despite to all intents and purposes Existing beyond the black stump. To all the wome...

OXYMORON, a poem about rape culture, written for Donald Trump (TW)

4 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf

OXYMORON Rape. Rape. Rape. Rape. Rape. Such a dirty word Rape, raped, rapist, the rapist (rapes). It’s taboo status, so absurd Raping, the rapist, the-rapist, rapes’. How 4 letters can so unnerve Rape/rape/rape/rape. RAPED. Ergo the victims, exist u...

A poem about female sexuality

4 Oct 2019 1 minute read 1 comment (S)llew la Wulf

  WHOSE REVOLUTION IS THIS ANYWAY?    My liberation was not built As a play pen For your dreams Don't give you access to my pleasures Ad hoc and duty free Do not think my heart and mind Are not important, secondary No, remember this sweet nothing...