The poetry of Abigail George

The life and times of Emily Dickinson

To read her poetry
a symphony is required.
She was an alchemist.
Her drug, annihilation
of the spoken word,
stars that speak of
fire and of place. In
photographs it appears
as if her flesh is
luminous. Perhaps she
was exotic and angry.
She is gone but her
voice remains powerful.
Her opinion like a
Rupert Brooke, Keats,
or a Siegfried Sassoon.
To better understand
her meticulous wording
like a tightrope
it is to understand
perhaps her reality
was written in blood.
Her melancholy beautiful
and innocent like winter
rain pouring down.
Her tongue liberated
the lion and thirst.
The original emergence
of the borders of
freedom. The flame
was her fame. Nothing
of the fishing for
the whirlwind of the
apocalypse inside her
head only the absence
of it derailing her
philosophy in flight.


Abigail George is a South African blogger, essayist, poet, short story writer and has just completed her first novel. She briefly studied film at the Newtown Film and Television School in Johannesburg. Her writing has appeared in many anthologies, and she was educated in Port Elizabeth, Swaziland, and Johannesburg. She is the writer of “All About My Mother” and “Brother Wolf and Sister Wren” available from Ovi Magazine: Finland’s English Online Magazine’s bookstore for free download.

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