Can you cope? A quick look at one of my favourite female poets
I guess like many adolescent girls, I expressed my teenage angst via reams and reams of stream-of-consciousness type poetry. Along with finding this therapeutic, it also got me hooked on writing – which is something that I still consider as one of my only hobbies and true passions.
For years I would collect those little poetry books, you know the ones that always end up in stacks at the toilet? In one of these, 101 Poems That Could Save Your Life, I came across the witty words of Wendy Cope.
One of my favourite female poets, Cope’s poems are for the romantic cynic, the heart-broken dominatrix, the vulnerable vixen. Although always short and punchy, her poems managed to encapsulate everything I have always wanted during a break up or lovers quarrel.
Here are two such examples:
Two cures for love
1 Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
2 The easy way: get to know him better.
The day he moved out was terrible –
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.