poetry/ˈpəʊɪtri/ (to me):

a desperate attempt to hold fleeting moments steady
an impulsion to find the edges of thoughts
a search for understanding (of the/my self or the/my past)
a transcription of what I hear whispered by the world around me

ABOUT ME
After lockdown I was a poet. 
My world needed holding steady: I listened. I wrote. 
I wrote about things that lurked in my unconscious, people, the trees, what the trees told me and the hills (they told me things too).
I wrote a book (rúnian – that means whisper in Old English); I recorded an album, a spoken word and music version of that book – (me and The Ciderhouse Rebellion).
I was published in another book (called Viral Verses).
I wrote another book because I couldn’t help it. 
It isn’t out yet. 
I kept writing. 
I can’t help it. 
I’ve released two more albums with The Ciderhouse Rebellion – The Tears of Jenny Greenteeth and Ironstone Tales
Either my head or the world won’t quieten down, I don’t mind. 
I am a poet.

Jessie Summerhayes Poet