21/03/2026
It’s World Poetry Day, and I love seeing how poems are being used more and more to support people when things get heavy. They give words to feelings that are hard to pin down. I’ve always felt like good poetry keeps me company; comforting, grounding, and occasionally dramatic in the best possible way.
In Tulips, those bright flowers feel like symbols of being tugged back into life, even when you’re not quite ready for it.
From Tulips by Sylvia Plath:
“Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.”
“I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow.”
“The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.”
“Before they came the air was calm enough,”
“Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.”
“The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;”
“They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,”
“I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes”
The whole poem is here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49013/tulips-56d22ab68fdd0