What’s up with poetry? /article


As I start on a new project (join the very long queue!!) that will result in a joined-up poetry book, I wonder why so many people are turned off by poems.

Songs surround us and most people like some form of music. Personally I love music and have very broad tastes though my heart loves a good strong beat 🙂

Now poems, if well written, are lyrics: raps in sharp blasts or eloquent classics evoking romantic views or fast-paced, shocking, rocking, beats and blues… sad & soulful – then a turn, a slight of hand, a magician’s twist, taking us to fairyland  & & plain and straight and sometimes daft – a rhyme that’s clear, my dear, with no regret, or apologies, to the neatness, you cannot fear, this simple style, yet… what about the crazy times? of custard cats & cardboard sheep, they want to dance, all night long, juggling limes with melons on their heads !!

Oh poetry is so wonderful.

I actually think it still carries a heavy, old fashioned hat and that’s what people see first. Dull and dusty and full of ‘clever’ references to Classics that were read years ago in a stuffy university parlour as the students drank sherry from crystal glasses and discussed Chaucer   😕

So come on, be brave, it’s not that bad… give a poem a go…

you may be surprised (some even have rude words and sex)

🙂 dare you try?  I’d love to hear about your attempts and/or favourites – all welcome, even the oldies.

Engagements /poem


This is part of a poem, I have edited it for decency!


I travel, in time.

Through it, I suppose, is a more accurate term.

I don’t have a ship, a box, a belt –

It just happens.

I don’t decide when or where

I don’t really know how.

It began once, never stopped.

I can no longer remember ‘before’

There may have been things

I used to do, family, friends

Maybe a job – I don’t know.

There is much forgotten.

Each ‘trip’ is unique, a quickie

I appear (land) and engage.

I wonder sometimes if I agreed

Perhaps this is my job, or an

Experiment, a trial…

I am happy, I think

When I engage, it is exciting

The ‘subjects’ seem unaware

So, I know I wasn’t ordered.

I slip inside, when they sleep

A fantasy for them, but it is real.

I experience touch, I feel.

In the moments, I am in control

I make them do what I please

A kiss, or a slow tease.

I decide when it’s over – the end

The climax of pleasure is mine.

A blaze of colours.

And I spin off, into a nothing

The in-between place,

before I find another…

The full version and many other stories/poems can be discovered in the eBook: 

Towards the Stars by Elizabeth Haley-Wood

available via Amazon’s Kindle store.