A poem by Iris Anne Lewis
I shall have to be punished for writing this
John Wieners, ‘Children of the Working Class’
I do not want to write in colour,
red, purple, yellow, blue —
those shades of blood and bruises.
I do not want to write in orange —
that haunted hue of halloween.
I must be bold, plain-speaking,
tell of prisons, beatings, blistered skin.
And so I write in black.
The blank screen glimmers
mirror-bright. I start to type.
Words, those ghosts of thoughts,
unfurl across the page.
I highlight all my text,
change the font to white.
Iris Anne Lewis is a writer of poetry, short stories and radio scripts. She has been successful in both local and national competitions, as well as being published in magazines and anthologies. She has started to make her own poetry films and is a well-know figure at open mics on the Cheltenham and Swindon area. She has been invited to read her work at literary festivals, including Cheltenham, Swindon and Bradford on Avon.