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Fantastic Poetry


A lot of people tell me that they don't like poetry, and to be honest, I get it. I was at a thing at the weekend where a bunch of people were sitting around sharing poems and lots of those poems were by dead white men and although I could say they might have had literary merit they were for the most part old and stale and boring (sorry, dead white men).

The thing is that there is a massive explosion of poetry going on right now, that isn't stale, that isn't particularly male (although you wouldn't know that looking at some publications ahem), and that isn't always pale.

At the thing I was at at the weekend only two people (both of us women) read poems by women and I was pretty fed up about the whole thing. I didn't want to just stamp my feet and tell the men to read more women, more living poets, just something new! That's only going to prove to them that women aren't particularly reasonable, so I figured I would do something positive instead.

That's why I've set up an Instagram account to share some fantastic poetry. You can expect lots of women, because that's mostly what I read, and I'd appreciate it if you could share with me anything that really speaks to you, because obviously I can't read everything, and I would really like to have lots of different poets there.

I'm not going to promise a poem a day, but I'll try, and I'd love it if you'd join me HERE, dm me on Insta if you'd like to tell me about a poem, or contact me in the comments below (if you can).

There's some fantastic poetry out there.

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