If I Ever Write A Poem


If I ever write a poem

I will not let the main point parade around

dressed to the nines in simile and metaphor

bejewelled in allegory and rhyme.


I will let it wander around in the nude

drawing stares from puritans

shocked by anatomy they forget they possess

under their own buttoned clothes.


In fact, if I can have it my way,

there will not even be a main point.

I will merely write a list of facts

that will not dissipate like the noble

and nonexistent abstract concepts

that disintegrate the moment

you hit a brick wall.


When food is scarce lady bugs will resort to cannibalism and eat the elderly.

The common garden worm has five pairs of hearts.

Scorpions have venomous stingers but some have twelve eyes,


I’ll write. And I will put down the pen

knowing that I have not romanticised nor ostracised the truth

staring it down in some humanised contest

where one of us will inevitably be broken

and remade as something less than whole.



Maria Ji
Yr 13, St Cuthbert’s College