Thursday, 27 July 2017

A poem by Samantha Pearse


Found in my Mothers womb,
The shame, Nan said
Head and cup of tea in hand at the kitchen table.

Found on the shores of the East End,
How to this rough shore?
Who are these people, Foreigners?
I do not know their ways,
They teach me

with beatings sneers, taunts,
Cheers when my accent matches.
And my Nan again mourning
Where has your lovely voice gone?

Stolen Nan, they
have taken my voice
replaced it with the Caw, cor blimey
Of the East End crow.
By day silent ghost.
At night I (dr/sc)ream.

Samantha Pearse’s poetry has been described as “an intelligent woman’s performance poetry” by Roger Turner and she has been praised for her “quick wit and deft lines” by Anna Saunders, director of Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She writes comedy, spoken word and poetry and has performed at Cheltenham Poetry Festival, Ledbury Poetry Festival, Ledbury Poetry Salon, Buzzwords, the Hereford Stanza. She was runner up at Cheltenham Literature Festival Poetry Slam and is EDF Energy’s Women’s Network Poet in Residence. Her work has been used in several collaborations including one with composer Gemma Storr as part of Out of Place 2017.

1 comment:

  1. Anna-May Laugher27 July 2017 at 09:38

    Great poem. Original and heartbreaking