poyums

He said, 'write me a poyum', this boy that I knew, I said break ma hert first and I'll write about you, Cause I only write poyums for money or love, And since neither are offered, I think I'll hold off Because poetry lives in the breaking of hearts, The end of beginnings, the stopping of starts In poyums, Len Pennie has created a collection that is as approachable as it is affecting; whether she's writing letters to her younger self, advocating for women's rights or adapting fairy tales to process an abusive relationship, Len's voice is bold, unashamedly frank and unmistakably hers. She consciously fuses Scots into her poetry, cleverly ensuring that it is accessible to speakers of both languages.