fangirling | old poem: three by Nneka

I think she’s Jamaican, which drove me into fits of happiness. That I could find a Jamaican who writes words that touch my soul so effortlessly. Understand, my soul is not particularly hardened against Jamaicans but my love-words are not the same as everyone else’s here. I have never had someone express my heart this clearly.

Her poem “three” is poignant, poised on the sharp edge of request that will slice you open to rejection. The uncertainty in this poem is sublime.

i want to create a home with these words –
after all, you can’t sneak into somebody’s heart
with spikes and a trumpet,

– three

Read more at her blog Red Lips and City Lights.

4 thoughts on “fangirling | old poem: three by Nneka

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s