Biography of Mitzie Thorne
I was born in a small hospital at a place in the hills of Trelawny called Ulster Spring. I was raised in an even smaller area, called Joe-Hut. As a little girl, I recited poems in both church and school. I even participated in school poetry competitions on the local level.
Years have passed and I am still a lover of poetry. However, I take the time to create my own poems from the heart. I am now a teacher who is using poetry as one of the mediums to help my elementary students foster a love for writing. It is my hope that as they are able to discover the poet within themselves, that they, too, will be inspired to write.
Mitzie Thorne's Works:
none (Just the poem, 'I Am')
My mind is perturbed
Just like the waters that line Jamaican trenches
After a heavy downpour of rain
Like the water that gushes down the gully
And gets sucked in by the sinkshole that lies at the bottom
Waiting with wide open mouth
Waiting to gobble it up with one big mighty sup
Water that contains pieces of human waste
That boys have secretly passed out on stones close by the pond