Saturday, 6 September 2025

One Poem by Clare Roberts

 






The Porch 

 

when the natural world as my flesh knows it ends 

i will find a porch 

no land i own, yet this 

does not stop me 

singing or taping 

“the land owns me”. 

 

when the exodus of humans, bionics, robots begins 

i will plant myself into 

this porch which was built 

to grand estimates 

moulding or sowing  

depends on what 

the land wants from me 

 

they will march on blue lights into the metaverse without me 

i will be on the porch 

could this morning dew 

be my elixir 

weaving or reaping  

in binary, the steel 

petals sing in unison 

 

“if you want to find yourself, melt away and join the circuit.”



Clare Roberts is a writer, musician, and theatremaker known for blending sharp humour and contemporary commentary on social media, class struggles, identity and belonging. Her work has been published in Moss Puppy lit mag, The Writer’s Workshop, Unpsychology Magazine, Bonnie Wee Zine (Coin-Operated Press), Glasgow University Magazine, and exhibited in the AfroScot Exhibition, Glasgow and the Triptych Magazine Exhibition, Edinburgh. Clare recently graduated from the MLitt Creative Writing programme at The University of Glasgow and is an emerging writer. 

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One Poem by Clare Roberts

  The Porch     when the natural world as my flesh knows it ends   i will find a porch   no land i own, yet this   does not stop me   singi...