In my hands, I’m holding
this unbearably heavy ball of hope.
Watch me fold under its gravity.
Come, help heft this globe
of hope for me, that I might rest
awhile, and replenish my strength.
Joshua Seigal
Professional author and performance poet! Books published by Bloomsbury. Sharing my poetry, students' work, and miscellanea. Posts not always child friendly. Please also visit my main website: www.joshuaseigal.co.uk
In my hands, I’m holding
this unbearably heavy ball of hope.
Watch me fold under its gravity.
Come, help heft this globe
of hope for me, that I might rest
awhile, and replenish my strength.
Joshua Seigal
You’re about to go onstage
when she calls you up
to say her mum is sick.
You’re about to go onstage
when you catch a glimpse of BBC News –
Russia is going to test Article 5.
You’re about to go onstage
when an urgent email from HMRC
hits your inbox.
You’re about to go onstage
when you realise that everything
is so fragile,
so insecure, so unsafe
that the only thing clasping the world together
is this moment –
the faces that await you;
the lullabies
in their laughter.
Joshua Seigal
How can I write
a poem about parenthood?
they ask, incredulous.
I have never been a parent.
I have never brought up children.
No, I have never been a parent, I reply.
But I have been a child.
Joshua Seigal
She told me to sign the form
but the name just wouldn’t come out.
From the tip of my pen, my own name
simply refused to be written. I kept wondering
what the hell was wrong with me, asked
for more paper, tried again and again
but the letters wouldn’t form the correct structure.
I wrote JOHN instead of JOSHUA.
John is my dad’s name. My dad’s. Not mine.
She gave me new paper. Said I still had time.
Joshua Seigal