In celebration of this year’s World Poetry Day (21st of March 2026) I’m reposting some blog posts and poems that I had published a few years ago and then deleted. Enjoy!
Blog post originally published in August 2021
Poetry for me is “trigger-happy”. A random spray of linguistic bullets fired out into the world with no particular target. Responsibly irresponsible. A way to unleash powerful emotions, thoughts and ideas about subjects that can be triggering.
Hannah Rachael Hudd
Poetry came crash-landing into my life quite recently. I’ve always loved writing and have long aspired to one day “be a writer”, but other than playing around with the odd haiku that wandered into my mind as I was daydreaming, I had never really paid much attention to poetry.
I realize now, that until you experience the raw power of poetry for yourself, it’s easy to dismiss it as gentle, wussy, romantic, drivel that you were forced to study as a teenager. Yet, as an adult, at my darkest and most thoughful times, it has suddenly flowed out of me, like a force of nature, a primal scream, a surge of spirit that I couldn’t control. An outpouring of rage, passion, love and grief.
Poetry has both shaken me violently and soothed my soul. It’s devastating and beautiful, a life-force to be reckoned with. It rhymes and it doesn’t. It challenges, surprises, and entertains, dancing around on the tip of your tongue and draining your lungs of breath. It distils your inner-most desires, fears, hopes and dreams into magical words that can reverberate across time and space, resonating with the hearts and minds of generations to come.
And on a more practical note, it is an emotional release that stops me from having to plunge a kitchen knife into soooooo many necks…
Poetry for me is “trigger-happy”. A random spray of linguistic bullets fired out into the world with no particular target. Responsibly irresponsible. A way to unleash powerful emotions, thoughts and ideas about subjects that can be triggering. In “real life” I’m a very calm, peaceful person that actively avoids conflict (classic Libra apparently), yet I have very strong feelings about certain topics that enrage me.
My poems are my protest, a way of silently screaming out from the page, of throwing truth bombs and revenge grenades, of being heard by the people who know the poems are about them. They may have won some battles, but they have certainly not won the war, so let it be known, this writer is sharpening her rollerballs!
En fin, the pen is so much mightier than the sword AND keeps me out of jail. All hail poetry!
Hannah Rachael Hudd 
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