Date(s) - 07/05/2022 - 28/05/2022
Ipswich Arts Association are pleased to present poems from members of the
Suffolk Poetry Society with a new poem featured every three weeks or so.
Click Here to read the current and all previous poems.
Jen, a retired social worker, combines her love of poetry with local disability and environmental campaigning and volunteering at the John Peel Centre. Mainly writing on themes of family and responsibility, her poems have been recognised in competitions by Suffolk Poetry Society, the Wolves Literary Festival, and Grey Hen Press.
Jen Overett’s prose poem ‘ I let the sun’ which was commended in the Crabbe poetry competition in 2021.
I let the sun
I find the Love of my Life and let everything reduce to a slow simmer, the sun’s rays spread through a whole sleepy morning from bed to rug, my summer skirt soft against my thighs. Before I know it, he’s tripping over babies, taking exception to soup bowls, dry-sculpting anger, as the babes and I retreat into the tool shed, where the smoke from our bonfire burns up the grass, windows tantalise on their hinges. Perhaps it’s one thrown bowl too many, one ordinary tea-cooking-on-the-camping-stove Friday afternoon, or it’s finding the rags of my skirt replacing the burnt lid of my mother’s tubed-up ashes and the resultant chemical changes, for just out of nowhere my arms grow wide enough to gather up the infants, my lips soft enough to whisper hush. The trouble with escaping is the way babies can’t wriggle free of their horrors, scraps of blue bowl dread in wild dreams, slash and crash of metal on wood, the sun a world away. We’re all still breaking free with our bare hands. Frankly, a roof strut cutting the monster neck of love or finding the wild beast hanging from the tree outside the kitchen, exuberantly dead amongst the cherry blossom, are both far lower on my bucket list than finally, getting us out of this damn tool shed.