b'T3 Journal - Student Writing in Drama, University of Exeter 2018-19Up ahead, scored in redThe two poems There, There and Counting down from On the black chalk boardstart to finish have contrasting styles in the way that they Underlined in primarycan be delivered and performed and the narrative behind Parents educated herboth poems is very different. Whilst There, There looks On how to maintain those valuesat the marriage of authority and dictatorship through Cementing her morals,the perspective of a delusional and egotistical narrator, Not ending up loose, lorrying aroundCounting Down is based on personal experience. There Flashing too much than just a stringis, however, a common thread of embedding alliteration Or two, sparingly high, she flockedand enjambment. Literary devices like these help to elevate With morals of an alley cat. a standardized piece of writing and recreate the structure Cat, her only friendof a devised piece of theatre. That didnt bark at her, When she so royally fuckedThe aim of my poetry is to create a storyline where the Twice, thrice with the finances,voice in each poem becomes a character; a character which Piling high into her over-draft,can be recognized and with which the audience can share Penniless for a pence or a pound,a relational similarity or difference. The use of enjambment Starved as she did, pokingand alliteration enables my poetry to be interpreted in a Around at the protruding hip bonesmultitude of ways without the narrative having to be too Skeletal frame shone through in the direct. It enables the voice to develop a relationship with Mirror, like the illusion she hopedthe audience, and as a result of this, the audiences response As she had just hit adolescenceplays an important part in the delivery of each poem. Praying, weeping for a gulpUltimately, I aim to evoke emotion and perform Of her Mamas pasta Puttanescaa memorable piece of writing for the audience. Departure or descend, Her event with leaving the Nest wasnt granted withThe openness or closeness Of embraces, enveloping her With a shocking bank balance And a heaving amount of dread And desperation. Yet, time left her without the choice To not fret, fumble or fuss about Foolish she had been for an eternal Promise which hung in her throat With the taste of guilt and regretIn the seconds where we turn around And, weve suddenly reached the finish line,Reaching 100, more steps we could Try to accomplish and run that route one that last Time, before we blow out the candlesIn the finale, together, united as one Smiles shining more bright than the ever-lasting sun. 40'