Lost, scared, Nobody's there, All this traumas I cannot share. Pent up in a room Too small for my mind Why do I ache when my heart is just kind? Surrounded by people But loneliness prevails I don't want to know what the future entails. I don't want to know The future. The future Is… Continue reading Lost – A Poem by Lauren Curr
It's July 18th 2017. A long anticipated date for me. Today is the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen's death, one which she came to in Winchester. I've visited her grave, of course I have. I've even been to her mum and sister's. But visiting her grave over a year ago now is something I found… Continue reading 200 years on: What Austen means to me
The barrel looked stable, but really, it was empty. A hollow void lies beneath the strong walls. Can they really protect you? The barrel rolled around- no balance. Where's the stability? The rounded edges, so smooth looking, but splintered, cannot hold you up. But the barrel shrunk until you we're looking down it, into it.… Continue reading The Barrel- A poem for the end of February.
Happy National Poetry day! Today is a day that I hold dearly in my heart, as it celebrates my one true love. Many people do not appreciate the power and the beauty of written word, but I think there is nothing more important; For enjoyment; To have your voice; To hear the voice of others.… Continue reading National Poetry Day!
'At a picnic on Box Hill, Emma "…demands from each of you either one thing very clever, be it prose or verse, original or repeated- or two things moderately clever- or three things very dull indeed, and she engages to laugh heartily at them all." We ask you to please entertain us with "one thing… Continue reading “One thing very clever.”