Author’s Note:This poem isn’t a favourite. I just came up with it very quickly, and it won’t be sent out anywhere. I have tons of poems out at journals at the moment, but the purpose of this was to show the new brainstorming I do. I will of course show the same for my poems when they are published. I thought this may be interesting to other writers.
The handwritten draft.
The rocky teeth Display their burns To the sheared grass straws.
Braced and laced. In their iron fists. Prisoners in the wing.
Born and raised in the North of England, Courtenay Schembri Gray reared her head as a budding poet with a penchant for the macabre. After finding a kinship in the rich verse of Sylvia Plath, Courtenay has amassed a grand amount of publishing credits. Her poetry collection, The Maggot on Maple Street, was published by Anxiety Press in 2023. Twitter: @courtenaywrites Website: https://themaplemoon.substack.com
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