So Tightly Wound

Its here! You can now buy my debut mini-collection of 22 poems on love, sex and lies from Amazon via Kindle or Paperback. The book includes several previously unpublished poems as well as favourites published on the website.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/So-Tightly-Wound-collection-poems-ebook/dp/B08563TMPX

Description

This debut collection from Alicia Fitton is a lyrical exploration of the lies we tell ourselves about the sex we want and the people we long for. Her work flits like a summer romance telling stories through snapshots of erotic desire, wish fulfilment, guilt and the resulting heartbreak. Each poem is personal and intimate, inviting the reader into an emotional journey fraught with jagged edges.

Perfect for anyone who wants to fall in, or out, of love.

Validate

Labels written in a clear, neat hand.
Evidence held in little jars.

I note daily degredation of samples left:

  • The pride I placed upon my head
    To shout aloud your views expressed
    Bottled here, beneath my bed,

  • The hope I once wore as a badge
    Hammered to a rusting shield,
    Edges worn, and thin and sharp
    Trails its iron through my heart,

  • Joy that shone like glitter paint
    Suspended, hung amidst the fog
    It caught the light reflected from
    Your sense of self-entitlement.

I loved you. Not well but long
And now you slip and creep away.

Leaving me for someone young
A fresh experiment begun.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2019

Picture by Monicore

Olives

My love is spread about your feet
A banquet laid from which you pick
An olive placed between your toes
That drips pimento juice, then rolls
Across the floor
Beneath the couch,
Beneath your note,
Forgotten, lost
The moist remains between your toes
Salty, bitter,
Never sweet.

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2019
Picture courtesy of Ponce Photography
If you liked this poem, you might also like Insubstantial

Kickstart My Heart

Kickstart my heart with the beat of a drum
Crashed out with guitars halfway through the song
A ballard of love, an epic of loss
Map my life with your lyrics, a story of us.
Chart the rise and the fall, our great dance in and out.
Though I stand all alone, cos that party’s a rout
And your anger, your pain, your deep bitter regret
Cast their notes on my skin like the stain of a debt.
No room for debate, all your feelings for sale,
Your lies down on disc, my truth a betrayal.
Rip me up, brush me off, fly me eons away.
But the album persists, in its echoes you stay.
They map me with your lyrics, a woman declined.
And their spite filled with curses, I wish you’d been kind.
But that’s not how it played, and now I don’t need your song.
Cos the beat’s going forward.
Yes the beat carries on.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018

Picture courtesy of Lincerta

Firelight Shy

There’s fire in your hair
As we sit down here talking,
A spark glowing brightly
Amongst growing dim
Were I to touch it,
Would you judge me forever?
Are we matched?
Is it safe?
To say what I mean?

The wind blows so cold
But you smell of red leather.
Like the back of a bike
In cold winter air.
Would you hold me close
And ride over the mountain?
Do I love?
Or envy?
The place where you are?

Lips show such promise,
But I’ll not bite that cherry,
I won’t risk the foolish,
Discomforting quiz.
So I’ll back pedal
And cast hope to the ocean.
My basket
Forgotten,
Just friends with a wish.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018
If you liked this poem you might also like Run Dry
Photo courtesy of Music4life

Moorland (Betrayed)

The wind blows cold
It shatters my bones,
And slivers of rain
Punch straight through my soul.
Sunlight forgotten,
Our map led me wrong.
Promised a landscape
You’d not said which one.
I am lost up here,
Alone on the fell.
Ground so uncertain,
You knew me so well.

All right reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

Picture by Alicia Fitton

If you liked this poem, read Pretending

Dryad

I’ve loved so far beyond my means
Last spring I gave her all my leaves
And I have grown so thin and worn
In bark I clothed her supple form
She begged for more.

In pirouettes her water flowed
Her summer hymn down rivers rode
And I forgot how fair folk morn
A splash of laughter from me tore
I begged for more.

I courted her with gifts of gold
The autumn sun shone bright, but cold
An apple jug, a doll of corn
A honeyed drink, an empty store
She begged for more.

Her beauty scored a frozen vein
My bare limbs bore the winter pain
I shiver now for love forlorn
I held her close to keep her warm
I begged for more.

She laid ways to keep me reaching
She laid waste to all my dreaming
So far I’ve loved beyond my means
The price was hope, and yet it seems
She begs for more.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked Dryad, read Companion Piece

Slot Gap

There’s a slot in your life where your girlfriend fits.
That slot isn’t my slot, I’ll not be that woman.
The girl in the slot fits under your arm,
She is fashionable, passive, pretty and toned.

I will fill that slot with chewing gum and papier mache
I will rip at your edges and crack all your moulds.
My life is my own, my joy independent
I demand.
I won’t fit in that slot.

But still we’re committed, promised and glued,
To exorcise me you will need a space-time probability unravelling machine.
We are not a jigsaw puzzle,
There are no neat edges.
We are a continuum with a scribble in between.

All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Slot Gap, read Radio Silence

Cross Word

Bitter shouts
comments aside
12 down, begins with A
Divining rod measures your meaning
Our gaps hidden within the words
Ennui
The silence is spoken, broken, fragmented
The bones are picked, the blisters unburst.
Fear of consequence, terror of truth
Monologues written on the cave of our hearts
Cryptic clues
Return to start,
Don’t speak, don’t hurt, just bury it deep
Beware the scars the truth might leave.
Beware the answers written first.

All rights reserved. Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Crossword, read Sea Witch

Goddess

In your eyes I am blue sea and broad sky
Goddess of love, of fun, sex and sweat.
In your eyes I’m glorious and powerful
Queen of your heart in a dark velvet dress

You play my games with one eye half open.
A tease, a turn on, a flicker of smut
You hand me the cards wrapped up in your daydream
Forgetting the last time, I shuffle the pack.

I wear my crown with glamour and sparkle
I rise to your needs and get carried away
My heart is not lost, but lies here forgotten
One day I’ll use it to balance the stack

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton, 2016

If you liked Goddess, read Losing it…