Over the last month or so I've started to dip my toes into poetry.
I’ve always been pretty afraid of poetry – I won’t understand it. I’m not clever enough. I won’t feel anything. I avoided picking university modules that were poetry heavy and I dreaded it when collections popped up on my reading lists. And yet I love listening to poetry being read aloud and I adore spoken word poetry.
After seeing Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey all over Twitter, Instagram and Goodreads I decided to take the plunge with a birthday book token. I picked it up the day it arrived and devoured it in one sitting. It was like a light bulb turning on in my brain. These poems connected with me and I felt them as well as appreciating the beauty of the writing and the lovely line illustrations.
Maybe I could read poetry after all – it’s just a case of finding the right poets for me.
I was then offered a gorgeous new edition of Shakespeare’s Sonnets and I was thoroughly bamboozled one again. As expected. But undeterred, I picked up Michel Faber’s Undying. This was a tough, tough read. Michel Faber wrote this collection in response to the death of his wife from cancer and it’s brutally honest and heart-wrenching. It was another collection that opened my eyes to what modern poetry could be.
I don’t have any more poetry collections on my TBR at the moment so I’d really love some recommendations, particularly modern, female poets.