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OCA Creative Writing Course Assignment 4

Hope is a Sparrow

Hope is a sparrow

Settled on her nest

Wings folded around her

As she settles down to rest.

 

She’s camouflaged and tiny,

You might forget she’s there,

But come dark days and mindless black

She’ll sing through your despair.

 

Her wings are not as bright as Joy’s,

Nor her beak as sharp as Anger’s,

But unlike both she’s steady

And will bear through want and hunger.

 

Keep this little sparrow with you,

Don’t let her waste away,

She’ll be there when all else has flown

To remind you how to pray.

 

 

Stars

Listen.

Do you hear the night?

The soft singing of the stars

The deep thrum of the moon.

 

It is wild out there

Empty

Distant

Like the depths of some vast abandoned ocean.

 

Our eyes are attracted to the light

The mystery that shines above

Great diamonds in the black.

 

Yet diamonds are, and will always be, devoid of any life

 

Old Soldier

Broken body,

Shattered mind.

The scars a war does leave behind.

 

Unsteady hand,

Hard gripped crutch,

Simple tasks are now too much.

 

Dread of nightmares,

Dread of waking,

Signs that your strong grip is breaking.

 

Tight shut windows.

Double locked doors.

Wishing for a life once yours.

 

One step forward,

Two steps back,

Will this world forever stay black?

 

Hopeless grieving.

Empty spaces.

Nothing will ever fill their places.

 

Fear I’m fading,

Can’t hold on,

Why should it get better with you gone?

 

Lost in darkness,

Lost in pain,

Lost without the light you gave.

 

 

The Forge

This place is a furnace

So hot and red and desolate

Each day we’re laid upon the anvil

And beaten into shape.

 

Growing pains are normal

The end seems faraway

But when it comes, I hope to be,

A shining, brand new, me.

 

 

 

Reflective Commentary

 

The main reason I have liked this module is being able to spend time purely on poetry. I have never

written a poem on command before, and it was fun. Before this, I have written poetry, but never to any

guidelines or instructions; it was simply the way the words came out. I’ve enjoyed being able to look at

poetry from a ‘how to write’ perspective and be given some tips on what makes a poem work.

For example, in the exercises on line length, thinking about the speed a reader reads long lines, opposed

to short lines is something I have not thought about before. I have started to experiment with this in

my poetry. Understanding where to use abstract and concrete ideas was eye opening. This is

something I have been doing without realizing it. Now I am able to do it more consciously and my poem

‘Sparrow,’ is an exploration of using a concrete idea to express an abstract one. Another useful tool

from this module is writing a list of what I want to write poetry on. I now have a list of things that I may

want to write poetry on in the future. Seeing my list, I realize that I like writing poetry about characters

in my stories.

I also found time to read poetry, something I’ve never had much interest in until now, and enjoyed

reading poems on Pinterest, mostly by poets Atticus and e.h. whose poems I’ve admired before. I also

read from whatever poetry books I could get my hands on, for example ‘Fog on the Loir’ by Scott

Bywater and ‘Clearings’ by The JaCK Poets, and some from an anthology ‘Songs of Ourselves.’ All these

sources were helpful to see what others have done for future reference.

Books I have read this module include ‘Nightfall’ by Shannon Messenger, ‘The Wizards of Once’ by

Cressida Cowell, Artemis Fowl and Artemis Fowl and the Arctic Incident by Eoin Colfer, Magnus Chase

and the Hammer of Thor by Rick Riorden, Thor’s Serpent by Kelly Armstrong and Melissa Mar,

Everybody’s Normal Until You Get to Know Them by John Ortberg, According to Jennings by Anthony

Buckeridge, God’s Smuggler by Brother Andrew, and Enders Game by Orson Scott Card.

Additional Poems

Asher

Oh the weight of the world is heavy

I pity great Atlas

For, like him, I carry it upon my shoulders

 

Long this has been my burden

My joy

My sorrow

The weight of all I love

 

How can I hope to make it?

To pull through with this ridiculous notion of hope and peace

For in my time, they are but fantasies.

 

And I, a drowning dreamer.

 

When does one know to quit?

To pack up and say ‘I’m done’

To walk away from the pain

I wish it were that easy….

 

To quit is to admit defeat

And I will be not the one to suffer.

Oh the pain of a defender.

Provider.

The pain of a heart that loves.

 

If I am to be compared to gods and titans

Then I feel akin to Prometheus

Punished for the gift he gave

His agony eternal

 

It is not a far stretch to imagine

An eagle tearing out my liver

As I lay chained and helpless.

The pain I wake to each morning seems fit punishment for my ‘crimes.’

 

 

Sasha

I broke a promise to myself

The day I realized who you were

And what I had become to feel.

 

How can I enter your world

I don’t belong there

I wish I did

 

I feel so broken when I’m with you

In places I had not known existed

Missing pieces that I did not know I needed.

 

I ache to be like you

To be worthy to hold your hand

To not be the imposter in your life.

 

I once heard stories of changling children

Perhaps I am like one of them

Born from a crueler world, seperated from them all.

 

Your heart is so full of love

Your eyes so full of life

And even when you think you’re breaking…you could not be more complete

 

In contrast I have no way to love

My grip on life is slipping

And when it’s all in pieces about me, I strive to live out of fear.

 

Oh the deep blinding light of fear

It rips me to my core

There was not a time I know when I was without this pain

 

But with you…

Your light drowns it out

I want to leach off you, to do anything to keep you near.

 

Heaven

Heaven is too far off to see

Yet it is yearned for everyday

Is it not mockery to have it so out of reach?

 

Or, indeed, is this our test?

Like the carrot held before the donkey to make him walk

A reward at the end of a long tunnel of trials we must overcome.

 

Heaven may yet be nearer than we think

If we only have the courage to stick it out.

 

Life

To live is a trial

To die is a reward

Which will you go by?

The pill or the sword.

Exercise 4.11

An Old Blue Eagle

I have lived a thousand lives

I have trod a thousand lands

I have told a thousand lies

And I will follow her commands.

 

I am king of none

Lord of few

Captive of the all-seeing one

Gone before you even knew.

 

There is none like the task of living

To sweep away all joy

Suck the hope from the beginning

To conquer and destroy.

Exercise 4.10

When my people die, there’s a legend we become stars

To shine out in the dead of night to hold back the dreaded dark.

Perhaps this is only a fairytale to heal a griever’s scars

But I believe that only such braves souls could leave that kind of mark.

Exercise 4.5

Shard

Where did the school boy go?

With his scraped knees

And too big clothes.

 

Where did that smile disappear to?

With it’s missing front teeth

And happy residue.

 

Why did your innocence leave?

So curious

So perfect

There was nothing you could not achieve.

 

Now I see hate in you.

Burning with a yellow light.

Why does it shine so very bright?

 

Your mangled heart can still beat.

It will feel again.

Let it’s shattered doors open.

Let it shine again.

 

Stars

A vivid tapestry hangs above us

So full of life and light

An inspiration to us all

Of our inconspicuousy

 

Great orbs of fire!

Far off galaxies!

Each that hold a thousand secrets

 

Comets chase one another into the night

The sky spirals with each season

Moving, turning, on and on

Yet still in graceful silence.

 

Listen.

Do you hear the night?

The soft singing of the stars

The deep thrum of the moon.

 

It is wild out there

Empty

Distant

Like the depths of some vast abandoned ocean.

 

Our eyes are attracted to the light

The mystery that shines above

Great diamonds in the black.

 

Yet diamonds are, and will always be, devoid of any life

 

Old Soldier

Broken body,

Shattered mind.

The scars a war does leave behind.

 

Unsteady hand,

Hard gripped crutch,

Simple tasks are now too much.

 

Dread of nightmares,

dread of waking,

Signs that your strong grip is breaking.

 

Tight shut windows.

Double locked doors.

Wishing for a life once yours

 

One step forward,

Two steps back,

Will this world forever stay black?

 

Hopeless grieving.

Empty spaces.

Nothing will ever fill their places.

 

Fear I’m fading,

Can’t hold on,

Why should it get better with you gone?

 

Lost in darkness,

Lost in pain,

Lost without the light you gave.

 

Happy Life

Dance in the moonlight with me.

Swim in the deep deep sea.

Laugh to set yourself free.

 

Hide with me in the orchard overlooking the brook,

No one will find us in our little nook,

And there we can start our own tale in this stroybook,

 

You’ll be the queen, I’ll be your king,

We will be crowned on the first day of spring,

And there, under the twilight sun, I will kneel down to offer up your ring.

 

You’ll be delighted.

I’ll be excited.

We, at last, will be united.

 

Then comes the long years of love and joy,

A chubby cheeked child sucking her toy,

Blue buntinng strung high celebrating the birth of a new baby boy.

 

We watch as shoes grow to small and play turns to study,

Attentive to listen to sobs, to clean up knees muddy,

Wondering when the time comes if we’ll be ready.

 

Now we sit, still arm in arm, as loved ones bustle about us,

Content to lean back and simply enjoy their happiness,

Smiling at how life has become so beautious.

 

All work is done.

We have had our fun.

And when morning comes, we will be gone.

Exercise 4.4

Hope is a Sparrow

Hope is a sparrow

Settled on her nest

Wings folded around her

As she settles down to rest.

 

She’s camoflauged and tiny,

You might forget she’s there,

But come dark days and mindless black

She’ll sing through your dispair.

 

Her wings are not as bright as Joy’s,

Nor her beak as sharp as Anger’s,

But unlike both she’s steady

And will bear through want and hunger.

 

Keep this little sparrow with you,

Don’t let her waste away,

She’ll be there when all else has flown

To remind you how to pray.

Exercise 4.1

Poetry is thought on paper, allowed to stand alone in their roughest form. It is when stanzas take away need for sentences of proper grammar and verses free to be of half formed dreams. Poetry comes from the heart – and it is not a realm that often makes sense. It can tell epic sagas, the cry of a young lover, or the sob of despair. It can take the form of a riddle, describe a landscape in detail, and hold a metaphor of what is in the poet’s heart. Poetry is words without the law of grammar or need for definition. Poetry comes from the rawness of life, reflected in the written word.