Home: Poetry 101 Rehab

This poem is a response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt Home.


Walking around this empty place,
The one I called my home.
It somehow doesn’t feel the same,
This house I used to know.

These walls that used to keep us safe,
Right now they look so weak,
Crumbling away to nothingness,
As floorboards snap and creak.

This house I used to call my own,
That made me who I am today.
Now it serves no purpose here,
Just sits and waits as it decays.

Poetry 101: Rehab- End

Slightly delayed this week as I’ve been very dramatically away from my computer without internet, but once again this has been written in response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab challenge.

The End

Staring out
On the wasteland,
Wondering how we let it go
This far.

The last vestiges of
Wiped away by its own

She looked,
Her gaze unbroken,
At what lay before her.
And she wept.

It ended not with a flourish
But with barely a murmur.
How did we let it come
To this?

Poetry 101 Rehab: Thaw

Again this poem is part of Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab, which you can find here. I actually wrote this before seeing her prompt, but it fit so well that I decided to just submit it anyway. Hope you enjoy it.

The First Day of Spring

Just as in Winter
Even the prettiest flowers whither
And die,
Longing for the summer sun
That makes them whole.

As they wait,
So I wait for
Your return.

Knowing that until that
Beautiful, joyous first day
Of Spring,
I will never more
Be all that I can be.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Right

Shoutout once more to Mara Eastern and her Poetry 101 Rehab section, which you can find here http://maraeastern.com/2015/03/16/poetry-101-rehab-right/. This week’s theme is ‘Right’, and you can find my effort below.


Their words washed over me,
Ever since I first understood them.
Almost everything I have heard
Optimistic, supportive, loving.

‘Life is what you make of it.
And you, little one,
You can be anything
You want to be’.

Now me, I’m not so sure.
I don’t know if I believe in
Their loving deception,
Their little white lies.

But there is one thing
I do know.

For the very first time
In my limited life,
I am utterly terrified
That they are wrong,
And I am

Second: Poetry 101 Rehab Challenge

This post is a response to the wonderful Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab class, which you can check out here: http://maraeastern.com/2015/03/09/poetry-101-rehab-second/

The theme this week is Second, and here is my effort.


Tick, Tick, Tick

Since you left
No-one has bothered to fix
That clock, the one that hangs
On our kitchen wall.

Tick, Tick

The valiant second hand struggles in vain
To move on,
Repeating the same mistake,
Striving, but never quite making
That vital step forward.


A constant reminder,
Every second without you
A courageous failure.
Why does it even bother?