My Cheeky Cherry Popped

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I am not a poet.

At least, I didn’t think I was. Poetry has never really clicked for me, other than a couple of pieces I kind of liked.

I’ve never really understood the form, the rules etc. Without understanding that, I didn’t know how to break them. Because that is quite often the way I write. Take an idea, a phrasing, and turn it on its head.

But recently Becca Audra, a friend and fantastic poet, invited me to try the open mic at Stirred Poetry, the feminist poetry night she helps to run. I sat down and started to write a poem.

The theme of the night was ‘Warm World’, and I said, jokingly, that I would write a poem about climate change in a vagina. The story strayed away from my idea a little bit, but I was really pleased with what came out at the end:

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(this is actually an earlier draft which I tore up while tidying earlier, then decided it would make a good picture to post … though I’ve already lost some of the pieces!)

Riding on the success of not-effing-up in front of a crowd, and with a surprisingly lovely reaction to my very first ‘cunt’ poem, I decided to sign up for another open mic.

I’ve been meaning to go to Tongue in Cheek since it started. One of the organisers, Candice, actually contacted me a couple of months back, asking if I would headline, but at the time I was going through a bad patch and much too terrified of reading. Part of me wishes I’d said yes then, but I’m just going to smile and hope they might ask again sometime ๐Ÿ˜€

I decided that if I was going to read, I would write something new. I had an idea I’d begun work on after my last creative writing workshop, which was a poem based around the following prompts that were developed through an exercise:

as heavy as a sick ocean

as frightening as the top of the compass

as soft as going home with someone you don’t know

Obviously, the idea of oceans was still going around in my head after the first poem, so I followed on almost from where I left off at the end ofย Floundering.ย 

The first

The first nine lines of the poem.

I had a really great time at both events, and met some lovely, talented people. In particular I’ll direct you towards Ian Bowkett, Jennie Bailey, Words Escape Me and Rod Tame.

Aside from meeting people and having some fantastic feedback on my writing, the best thing that’s come out of these two nights is encouraging me to do it more, and to write a lot more poetry. I’m already committed to perform with Stirred Poetry again at the Queer Alt festival next Friday. This event aims to provide an alternate space to the very commercial and exclusive Manchester Pride. I won’t get into that discussion right now, but I’ve never been to Pride in this city as it’s always left a bad taste in my mouth, and I’m delighted to be able to join in with an alternative! Find out more about the event here.

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About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. https://sarahgracelogan.wordpress.com/about/ She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.

2 comments

  1. It’s funny, isn’t it that some people just don’t “get” poetry. I’m one of them so I’m with you there! It is a rare, rare thing that a poem speaks to me but a woman I’m talking to on a dating site recently showed me some of hers and well… you either get it or you don’t and I certainly got one of hers in particular and for very personal reasons.

  2. Reblogged this on Stirred Poetry's Blog and commented:
    The lovely Sarah Logan on reading at Stirred and other delights ๐Ÿ˜€

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