Lucienne Kim Flavell
Biography of Lucienne Kim Flavell
Lucienne Kim Flavell has been published in Poetic Republic: Poems To Talk About, Mslexia and Writing Magazine.
She won a Highly Commended Award in The Poetry Box International Competition. She won the Commended Award in the Poetry Pulse Annual Competition twice and was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Aesthetica Creative Writing Competition.
Lucienne runs a poetry workshop called 'Making the Ordinary Extraordinary.' She won the Leading The Way Award for teaching poetry.
You can visit her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/LucienneKimFlavellPoet
The Big Issue
Poetry Pulse 2014
The Aesthetica Creative Writing Annual 2014
Poetic Republic: Poems to Talk About 2013
Crawley Happy Times
Poetic Republic: Poems to Talk About (Ebook)
The Poetry Society Poetry News
The Crawley Observer
The Poetry Box Horror & Dark Poetry magazine
A Palette Of Words: A Forward Poetry Collection
She was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2014.
She won the Commended Prize in the Poetry Pulse Annual Competition in 2014 and 2013.
She was shortlisted in The Aesthetica Creative Writing Competition.
She won the Highly Commended Award in The Poetry Box International Horror, Gothic Horror & Dark Poetry Silver Trophy Cup Competition 2012.
She was long listed for the Virginia Warbey Poetry Prize in 2011.
She is a member of The Poetry Society.
Lucienne Kim Flavell Poems
I want you to feel the insufferable loss of me. I want you to feel as though you're unable to function
Silence stretches between us, his hands and eyes locked under the table texting his mates.
They had to knock out a wall before they could winch me onto the back of a lorry.
A Relationship Survey
Across the table you sink your teeth into the purplish skin of your past.
I found myself snowed in with you. I slept in your bed,
I miss the smell of smoke coming in the open window. You would sit on the step,
I can't sleep in hotels. The sound of closing doors and talk of people leaving
I miss the smell of smoke
coming in the open window.
You would sit on the step,
in a circle of light
and watch the sunset.
your lips were an 'O',
your breath; a wreath