She read widely about minimalism and how joy-filled a home with little.
She loved blue and white porcelain so, but it sat in her house behind glass.
Something changed as she listened to doom metal – an understanding.
Something had to be done with the porcelain that irked her so.
She lined the porcelain teapots, cups, and saucers in front of the speakers.
She took a breath, blasted the porcelain with doom metal and watched them dance.
Beloved porcelain is no more, but oh, how entertaining it was.
I dream of the kitchen cupboards
smashing against your head,
and I cannot stop smiling.
You falling from me so forlorn,
as the wood connects with
that round shiny ball of a head.
The toilet seat holds all of your secrets, keeping them silently.
A friend to no one, but useful to all; your safe haven.
Sitting upon your throne of bliss, you ponder.
Mysteries of the universe and ideas awaken; you come alive.
The room spins.
Your mind is alive.
One with the seat.
Poems for the Home is a collection of my rather more “interesting” poems. I am constantly inspired by the absurd and funny. After sitting on my lounge chair thinking about a concept I coined while watching shows, which I call “horizontal lounge-chair enthusiasm“, I started writing about kitchen utensils and saucepans.
Now that the concept has grown, and I’ve written about all manner of things on Instagram, I will share a few on my blog. However, I wish to rework some of the existing poems and add a few new ones to the collection.
I hope you enjoy the collection.
I’ve had an interest in writing since I was about 11. I lived in North Queensland at the time, Mum wasn’t very bookish, yet off I went writing a murder mystery using my exercise book. It never went further than that at the time.
Then, when I was at high school, I gave Xmas cards to friends and put poems into them. I didn’t do it again because I felt really embarrassed about doing it. I felt awkward and weird.
Fast forward to 2015. I decided to give Nanowrimo a crack. I was successful in getting 50 000 words, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I was still experimenting with different styles of writing (which continues to this day).
Then, on a Saturday in late May 2017, I started to write a poem. It just came to me, so I wrote:-
fall from the sky
With arms up high the petals fall upon us.
Colours swirl in the world before us.
Nothing but love, for us.
I published the poem on Instagram and was really surprised by the response. People actually wanted to read what I write. So I continued for a couple of weeks, only to discover that using my real name might cause a few problems in my career. Also, I find a certain creative freedom in writing under a pseudonym. Faced with that knowledge, I created Clarissa Wood Writes. Now, just over one year on, the poetry is flowing and evolving.
I hope you enjoy my writing.