Allie Bickerton
Bio
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
Thank you for being here! 💕
Stories (42/0)
Oysters
Oysters require some Pressure and patience to pop Surprise sediment ___________________________ I’ve been shucking oysters for a living at least five days a week for the past year and seven months. I’ve smelled the sulfuric stench off plenty of bad ones, experienced the variety of dense or spongey textures of the shell, shucked myself a few times that thankfully did not lead to infection, tasted the salt and freshness of the sea, and witnessed the wild beauty of the striations on both the outside and inside that make each oyster unique.
By Allie Bickerton9 months ago in Poets
Blue Eyes
Blue eyes wait for seed Shimmering, looming lower The plan haunts my hours ___________________________ Written for the Time Capsule Haiku Challenge, this poem is about the uncertainty I feel when I think about having children and the ever-pressing reality that a biological clock exists for women. I always imagined having a child with blue eyes like mine, passing down my own favourite physical feature— a reflection and confirmation of kin.
By Allie Bickerton9 months ago in Poets
Burning
Seeds of hot peppers Are mild compared to your sly Ego burning me ___________________________ I wrote this haiku about a former co-worker that over time, embedded themselves under my skin. I was seething with rage when I worked with them, but now that the dynamic between us is no longer, I linger on the memories and feel sad. I realize I wasn’t appreciated much by this person, and feel very misunderstood and rather invisible, with no hope of redemption. The suffocating egos I’ve experienced and endured throughout my career working as a cook is staggering. Not to say that gender plays a role in being ego driven, but it was mostly male egos that always seemed to end up hurting me the most. The food industry is dominated by males, so it makes sense.
By Allie Bickerton9 months ago in Poets
