#ChesterCulture – World Poetry Day 2016 – I really hope that next time I’m The Little Mermaid by Nala

I really hope that next time I’m The Little Mermaid

by Nala

Kinder Eggs
Who doesn’t love a Kinder Egg?
Granted, with them having brought out genderised toys
‘this one has pink to show it’s for girls
and this one’s got blue on it to show it’s for boys’
it’s harder to love them than it once was
but ultimately,
if we’re honest everybody loves a kinder egg.

Like a child who doesn’t instinctively like the song ‘Yellow Submarine’
there’s probably something, possibly, a bit wrong if you don’t.
You go into a shop and you are attracted to them
Somewhere in your brain:
‘i want the kinder egg,
i must have the kinder egg’
Sometimes you manage to resist
but all too often you fall for it’s charms

You unwrap it
It looks good
It smells good
You split it open and it tastes good
You consume it
greedily

Then you realise you’re still left with what’s inside.

Sometimes you might disregard it immediately
Never considering what the contents of that little yellow plastic shell were
Other times you open it
and despite it feeling complete
you find it in pieces
some sort of puzzle to try and put together

it’s frustrating
and you consider the merits of doing so
you find it too time consuming
so you give up

On other occasions it’s a tiny terrapin
or a troll or a hippo thing
or just
a something

It sits on the desk, there to make you smile on a bad day
It may be that it’s colours start to fade over time,
it’s appearance no longer pleasing to you

You start thinking
it’s just in the way
and eventually
one day
you throw it away
Or you move jobs and leave it behind

From time to time your thoughts may drift to the memory of your beloved toy
but it’s only a fleeting thought and it’s gone a few seconds later.

Once in a blue moon though
you open it up
and it’s everything you hoped and dreamed it would be
it’s a shrek
or a disney princess.

F**k! It’s Ariel!
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You treasure it
You blue-tac it onto your computer monitor
No matter what happens, it’s not going anywhere.

Tiny turtles and other such may be at it’s side
and come and go
but this one
this one
you’re keeping forever

#ChesterCulture – World Poetry Day – I Need to Trace Your Face by Nala

I need to trace your face

by Nala Rollo

 

I need to trace your faceimg_0333

With the index finger of my right hand

Around your eyes, nose, lips and cheeks

For two senses always help recollection to be clearer

When missing you in the smallest of hours

 

I need to trace your face

With the index finger of my right hand

So memory may create an image of you perfect

Whilst neither of us adhere to rules or considerations of society’s established standards

And you care not for talk of beauty

Perfect that image is, to me

 

I know you shall cringe if you happen to read this

At the simplistic language

With no consideration for form

But I wanted to explain why

With the index finger of my right hand

I need to trace your face