NaPoWriMo Day 21: Holly Marie Shakeshaft – Summer Of The Swift

Spring is in full swing and summer’s just around the corner. Look back on memories from a previous summer and write a poem for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt from Holly Marie Shakeshaft.

Summer of the Swift

First went the swifts.

Their swooping screams eloped
To places far away.
Away from my head
And the rooftops
The swifts left.

You stayed for a week.

Sea salt clung to my skin
Lingering like the echoes
Of comforting cries,
Stinging sun-kissed lips.
Blue eyes
Blue skies
Cheap lager and laughter.

Old Polaroids
Scattered across my mind
Strewn like the shadows of birds
Asleep on the wing.

Avocets and pink sunsets.

August days,
My bed
Left, unmade

You left
Like the swifts.
I stayed.

The photographs fade
Yet still they remain
Like,
The promise of summer;
The return of the swifts.

Holly Marie Shakeshaft

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Day Four: Holly Marie Shakeshaft – Pain

We welcome a new poet to Poetry Non-Stop for NaPoWriMo day four – Holly Marie Shakeshaft. Holly shares a poem on the theme of pain and discusses how we can write about painful and traumatic experiences. As Holly says, take care of yourself and don’t feel you have to write about anything that’s too recent or painful to dwell on.

Sucker
The pages of the cookbook unfurled
Along with my misplaced infatuation.
I was blind.
I made you spaghetti
With black olives and red wine
Olives glistened like wet leeches, bulging
Sucking me dry.
Wine spattered like blood, spilt
Poured into a recipe
Along with my entire self
(You hollowed me out)
Spaghetti,
Like giant worms.
A parasite
The kind you pick up from
Contaminated water.
A lamb to the slaughter.
I made us spaghetti
But now I can’t eat a thing
(I can’t feel my own bones inside of me)
Something eroded them
Like chalk
My heart, a bruised apple
Blackened and cold
Wrapped in your mould
Abandoned
On the orchard floor
Except for, the wasps –
Who devour it from the core with
Spiky jaws.
There are wasps filling my mouth and
my body.
Abrasive, turning me to ash, and then
the buzzing relents, before
Silence.
But not peace.
Do not buy me soap from hot countries,
Do not lie
Do not steal my skin and expose me to your
elements.
You threw me away.
I threw the soap in the bin.
I cleansed with my own soap
Lathered away the sabotage
And allowed life to drip back
Into my veins
Filtered
Like minerals
Through dirt.
I spring forth.

Holly Marie Shakeshaft

Holly has moved around a lot but finally feels settled in Norwich. She says: “I currently work in the civil service but my time outside of work is important to me, as I have the time to write, read books, immerse myself in live music, visit the beach and be in nature, see my friends, gym and yoga, watch cartoons, horror movies and true crime documentaries, travel whenever I can and work on my new house. I am very spiritual, interested in astrology and witchcraft. I enjoy birdwatching, which I inherited from my Grandma. I am also a huge animal lover – I miss my pet rats and I plan on getting more. And a dog!” 

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