Week Three Writing Task.

Within the third week we have been given the chance to look into the poems that surround themselves with more of an abstract subjectivity. These include: animals, love and a more freeing choice of a 'found poem'. Although, the first two are fairly straight forward being able to write about the idea of love was a difficult task. I gave them all ago and I believe these are more works in progress that I will build upon with time:

Stripes of dancing fire.

Some may call me upon the name Felis tigris,

some may shout panthera or even tigris without my beginning.

My family is far and few between, solitary but oh boy,

when we see each other. The place comes to life.

Our coats differ, the rings we are bestowed with,

ranging in prestigious colours all the way to golden,

the kids playing under feet, the elders giving life lessons,

'oh when I was a cub..' and 'so many more of us last year'.

The skinned creatures take on our;

pride, strength, glory.

Flags, coats of arms and mascots are held amongst their hearts,

why do they need more of us?

We watch from the grass, the forests and the snow.

From behind bars, glass, stone.

No healing powers do we posses,

please leave us to our loneliness.

Chains

You lifted me up, as high as my aspirations in life,

my guard fell, everything and anything was for the taking,

my heart was gone with those sweet words,

my eyes blinded from that smile that brought mine,

back to my lips.

Control that I had once felt you freed me from,

only to chain me to another pain.

Never feeling as good as other models,

younger, older, prettier, slimmer,

an English rose with its petals falling,

turning brown and sorrowful, tears instead of fresh water,

falling and forgotten.

Links of the chain mail working across my body,

falling heavy.

I tell you my inner secrets,

the soul of my heart given to you all in one,

the darkest and most sinful pieces of my past,

the scars on my body now noticeable,

then with one text, gone.

The chain now visible in all its lights,

a lesson to learn from with time. 

Gunning for battle

Brit Awards, glory, shinning and prestigious.

Music artists at the top of their prime,

nominations for some like Ellie and Bastille are counted on one hand.

All smiles, clapping even when you lose they said,

this is what the fans have given us some think,

others only see the free wine and beer in the centre.