Corinna Board
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EAL teacher. Tree lover. Likes to write poems. She/her. https://linktr.ee/parole_de_reveuse
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A few bits & bobs about me:
I like to write eco poetry. I live in Oxfordshire and grew up on a farm. My debut pamphlet “Arboreal” was published in January 2024. I have poems in various places (see my linktree above if you’d like to read them!)
Here’s my most recent one:
#poetsonbluesky #ecopoetry
Magma grassroots. Worship

surely the people is grass - Isaiah 40:7

If we let it in—a green religion.
If a voice in the sky said:
This grass is your home, & we listened.
City of grass /grass as body; a hive mind connecting fields of possibility.
Grass as revolution,
as the answer to the question,
finding its voice; language of grass— grass-tongue. splitting
into endless variations:
soil-talk, root-talk, beetle-talk, & so on.
Grass song, its green hymn-a meadow, dancing.
Grass as memory / history / truth, swishing in the wind.
Unforgotten, or, perhaps, simply remembered.

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Thank you! 🌵💚
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Love this (I have a weakness for pieces with bullet points), by @corinnaboard.bsky.social, in the new issue of @perversemag.bsky.social! #cacti

"I visit the cacti in the Princess of Wales Conservatory at Kew. I stay there for a long time and stand very still. The air around me prickles."
Screen shot of this piece from Perverse poetry mag:

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Cacti

    A saguaro cactus can live for over 150 years and reach heights of up to 60 feet.

    In a scene from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, the Man With No Name is standing next to a saguaro cactus, smoking a cigarillo.

    I am always drawn to the bad guy. This is why I need thorns.

    A human body is 60% water. A cactus is 90% water.

    When Diego Rivera painted Landscape with Cacti (1931), he anthropomorphised the cacti. One of them appears to have breasts.

    My French ex gave me a cactus. I gave it to a co-worker for her birthday, and she pretended to be grateful.

    In 1967, Jacques Dutronc sang dans leurs coeurs, il y a des cactus on live TV.

    I visit the cacti in the Princess of Wales Conservatory at Kew. I stay there for a long time and stand very still. The air around me prickles.

    I am convinced I was a cactus in a previous life.

    Once every 100 years, I flower.
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PERVERSE is back with issue 9, starting today! This week's issue 9A features poems by Nóra Blascsók, Charles J. March III, Joe Carrick-Varty, Annie Baker and Corinna Board. Read all five poems from this section here: perverse.substack.com/p/perverse-9a
PERVERSE 9A
"I was a cactus in a previous life..."
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The first poem in PERVERSE 9A is 'I ate a door' by Nóra Blascsók (@nblascsok.bsky.social). Read all five poems in this section here: perverse.substack.com/p/perverse-9a
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victoriaspires.bsky.social
Well, that was fun. Shall we do it all again soon?!

Much love to @corinnaboard.bsky.social, @dbodepudi.bsky.social, @sophiaargyris.bsky.social, @marcellenewbold.bsky.social, @bornonadarkmoon.bsky.social for stunning reading, & all those who came to listen ❤️
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PERVERSE is back with issue 9 starting on Monday - an email of five strange and unusual poems every week, and each poem posted here too. Sign up free at perverse.substack.com
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Very excited for this, and reading with @sophiaargyris.bsky.social, @dbodepudi.bsky.social, @corinnaboard.bsky.social and @bornonadarkmoon.bsky.social. Hosted by the lovely @victoriaspires.bsky.social 💫💫. Poetry of place and memory 💫💫
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🚨 Happening this Friday!! 🚨

Let me know if you want the zoom link. You're not going to want to miss these incredible readers ❤️
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🚨 Happening this Friday!! 🚨

Let me know if you want the zoom link. You're not going to want to miss these incredible readers ❤️
corinnaboard.bsky.social
Thank you Mark, congrats everyone!
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rosannamcglone.bsky.social
A busy week! Really looking forward to delivering a #free #poetry #workshop at The Rabbit Hole, a fab indie bookshop, in Brigg. Can't wait to meet local poets 😁 @caitymay16.bsky.social @flyonthewallpress.bsky.social #Lincolnshire #NELincs #Brigg #poets #poetrycommunity
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Fantastic news, Lucy. Love this poem which definitely has a touch of Margaret's toughness.
Big congrats, too, to you Corinna @corinnaboard.bsky.social Lovely to see names I recognise on the list 🎊
petitecreature1.bsky.social
The @poetrysociety.org.uk Stanza Comp 2025 results are in & I'm honoured to be commended for the second year in a row! Judge Jonathan Edwards has chosen beautiful poems that play with the theme of "play". 💗Congratulations to Marilyn, Nairn, Jack and all the commended poets too! #NationalPoetryDay
POPCORN
By Lucy Heuschen
Commended in the Poetry Society's Stanza Competition 2025

The first time he calls me popcorn I take it like a compliment.
A little caramel, a little salt. Enough sweetness to make me
open my mouth. Popcorn is not served at the club like port
and cigars. He tries hard to show me, make me understand.
It takes years for me to understand. To fashion a dolly, first
she must be stripped. I yield. String myself light as Christmas
trim. I am (of course I am) popcorn. I deserve to be popcorn.
Will never be anything more. Cheap as poor man’s cocaine,
thrilling on the tongue. A sugar rush, consumed in the dark
long before the credits roll. I forget. I forget my kernel, the wild
grass I stem from. How to green myself with rain, stretching
my fingers skyward. I forget my spikelets, my silk, my tassels,
my gold. How to cocoon, how to butterfly. Swelling, scorched, splitting like a wound, I rise— strike my hellish racket—
bangbangbang— into his speechless face, that sweet, livid O! 
I’ve let them think I’m popcorn ever since. If it serves me,
I wear it. Popcorn still pulls them in. At night I unzip my skin,
shrug it off, step from its folds, clean. If I can’t sleep, can’t sleep,
can’t sleep, I count all the men, all the mouths I’ve burned.
corinnaboard.bsky.social
Such a stunner of a poem! And thanks Rosanna! x
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Thank you @poetrysociety.org.uk and Jonathan Edwards for commending ‘You find a fox skull’ in the 2025 Stanza competition! Congratulations to the winner, runners-up and other commended poets! 🙏🏻❤️
YOU FIND A FOX SKULL – The Poetry Society: Poems
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corinnaboard.bsky.social
Congratulations everyone, and Happy National Poetry Day! 🎉