Category: Poetry

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, Poetry, Politics

My Identity Now

Kirstie Sivapalan

I am LibDemToryGreenBrexitUKIPLabour I am LeaveRemain I am NodealNonodealSomedealDontwantadeal I am Leftcentrerighttrascendantnotinterested I am AllandNoneoftheabove I am Rightconfusedcleardeludedcertainwrong I am Factgutemotionintutionheartbrains I am Educatedillinformedcleverstupid I am I am I am Blackwhiteasianmixedethnicchinesehispanic I am Muslimchristianwiccanbuddhisthindujewishshinto I am Malenonbinaryfemalenoneofyourbusiness I am Marrieddivorcedsinglepolygamous I am Biheterohomouninterestedundecided I am Settledrefugeeimmigrantnativenostatus I am Ableddisableddifferentlyabledchronicacute I am Joyfulsadanxiousdepressedhypersuicidal I am Fatherauntiecousinsisterunclemother… Continue reading My Identity Now

creative writing, Poetry, Politics, Social change

Post-Truth Britain

Kirstie Sivapalan

"We will care for you, if you can afford it Wrap you in cotton wool, priced by the foot In post-truth Britain, you will be safe, if we like you If not then you'll be on the next boat Back to Europe. the failed experiment To the friendship we have dismissed Doesn't matter how long… Continue reading Post-Truth Britain

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Poetry, Spirituality

I see with Love

Kirstie Sivapalan

I see with my heart I see your love, your pain The time you won that award The time you scored that goal I see how you struggled, to love, again I see your care, consideration, your sense of fair play I see how you wanted to be something different but found another path, that… Continue reading I see with Love

creative writing, Friendship, Poetry, Spirituality

Oblivi – us

Kirstie Sivapalan

(Don't cause a fuss Don't cause of fuss Don't put the spotlight on any of us Don't assert your rights Don't stake your claim What ever you do don't remind them we are all the same) Oh do sit on the the seat That wasn't yours take Do dismiss those with skin darker than yours… Continue reading Oblivi – us

change, creative writing, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, Social change, Spirituality

What I have learned from this life, and yet

Kirstie Sivapalan

  I was reading a tweet about body image yesterday, how we should be proud of the body we have regardless of our shape (which I agree with, and liked) when at the same time I was sitting in the garden, holding in my round tummy, and sighing about the size of my upper arms.… Continue reading What I have learned from this life, and yet

creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, M.E, Poetry

Ode to a Bad Day

Kirstie Sivapalan

You can gather from the title today is not a good day. Yesterday wasn't great either but today, has definitely been what those of us with mild-moderate M.E call a Bad Day. I wanted to write today. I also wanted to do some housework. I wanted to go to the library and maybe stop off… Continue reading Ode to a Bad Day

change, Climate change, creative writing, Poetry, Social change

No more time to change

Kirstie Sivapalan

Tuesday in November It didn't rain. The line between cold and hot, lonely and mocked, was paved over without a sound. It was a Tuesday. It was a clear sunny day -  just over four degrees - when the ozone layer dislocated its joints and stretched into oblivion. It's tireless work ignored, without tears; the… Continue reading No more time to change

childless, creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, grief, infertility, miscarriage, Poetry, Social change, storytelling, wellbeing, women

Blood Right

Kirstie Sivapalan

  It's been a tough week.  That is all I have been able to articulate to anyone who has asked.  Five words that could be unpicked for days before finding the knot at the heart of it all.  Or, the Not in my case. Word play aside,  it is time for me to share.  As… Continue reading Blood Right

Astrology, creative writing, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, Spirituality

The Pisces Call

Kirstie Sivapalan

  I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call

change, creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, mental health, Poetry, Self-care, therapy, wellbeing

The perils of change

Kirstie Sivapalan

(I had to add this poem as a picture as WordPress helpfully kept removing my spaces!   Note- WordPress, you may need to consider this feature for the poetic among us) The Perils of Change This poem came to me in one of those midnight inspiration moments.  The last 6-9 months have been extremely wearing,… Continue reading The perils of change