Poetry
By Magnolia Fay
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Doing yoga in my living room
Doing yoga in my living room the teacher and I, oceans apart (Literally, she is in Cambodia, Showing miles of beach and castles of foam) I struggle...
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Come meet the women of my land
When I think of 'Island', the first thing I see is my island. My Sardinia. My land. And the women of my land. Our story and our geography. Our hands on the waist. Island to me means home.
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Stop the walk
A small poem about how tiring resistance can be.
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War makes insomniacs and bad poetry
I woke up and 4 am last night, my stomach in a knot over the news of the last week. This poured out of me on the Notes app on my phone. I always turn to poetry when I'm anxious, I find it unfiltered and visceral. It's neither good nor reasoned, but that's okay, it's one of my best therapeutic tools.
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Punctured day
I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago during one of my blah days. Today I thought I'd share it: it is another blah day. Also, another day when the fact that my hair is clean and going swish is one of my few joys.
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Changing spine
Family issues sometimes can inspire the weirdest images.
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Ciao nonna
My grandma passed away last Friday. She was 99 and died peacefully in her bed after withering away slowly for the past two or three years. She had survived herself, and there was relief that she was free at last. However, we all feel older, lonelier, more vulnerable now. This, however tiny, is for her. And for my dad.
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I chose to bathe in light
I made a big mistake I didn't choose the tallest I didn't choose the fattest Your brothers joked on our wedding day I've replied over and over in my...
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Rotting love
Sometimes the most mundane things can inspire poetry. In this case, it was a quince gone bad. The rot had a heart shape and I could not resist.
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Objects travel in a parallel reality
A saga of silly poems about constantly losing objects.
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Is this what you wanted for Valentine's Day?
Sometimes metaphors can create communication problems.
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Waiting for Spring
Inspired by the Spring from Vivaldi's Four Season, one of the very first CDs I listened to as someone whose dad loves classical music. I still love it. The rest is current events. Picture is mine, created on Canva.
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Moving country in February
The streetlight casts rainbows on my window And our neighbour irritated me yesterday The daffodils, my soul's winter knights, pierce the grey Blades...
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I didn't know how much I'd come to love you
It's completely unpolished, but the IP made me think of my mum, who can be an inspiration and a challenge, and I'm feeling nostalgic. It can be bittersweet to find myself growing closer to my parents and at the same time see them grow older, and live in a different country.
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Haibun for existential dread
An attempt at a haibun that went in a completely different direction from what I expected.
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A walk in my new neighbourhood
I am sliding in love With this--dare I call it--home This cosy bundle of streets Unravelling for me to explore These buttercream houses Primly...
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