My Husband is Pedantic pt. 2

This is part two of five poems that’ll be included in my essay collection, ‘Notes on Uncommon Love.’ The collection will cover a few topics about love and relationships, whilst poetry and semi-fictional shorts will be scattered throughout. It’s been a rather fun project so far!

As for this poetical series, my main emphasis focuses on the long-lasting sentiment about the relationship I have with my fiancé, and how it makes me feel truly blessed. If you had told me over five years ago that I was finally going to meet someone who would be my partner, my love, my best friend, I wouldn’t have believed you. Not one bit. So in praise of my love, my luck and him, these are merely modern poems about the positivity of love in all its strangeness.

Part 2 of 5

Part 2 of 5

Thank you for taking the time to read it!

My Husband is Pedantic pt. 1

I’ve been working on a small collection of essays surrounding the few highs and many, many pitfalls of dating over the last few years (Notes on Uncommon Love). I’m also quite the late bloomer, which is a topic that’ll be covered in great detail, but through it all I’ve come out the other side with a first long-term and serious relationship. While I am happily engaged to the love of my life, I feel inspired each day when I’m either talking with him, or generally thinking about our budding future together. More than anything, I love who I have become over the last 5 years, what I’ve learned and how aware of my excitement for a long future with him that I am.

‘My Husband is Pedantic’ is so far a series of five poems (it will hopefully stop at seven as I’m working on the last two, but who knows!) about the mundane but mighty things he likes and loves about me. The very things others have tried to pull apart, to ruin and destroy, to hide. All the things about me, the things that make me who I am, good and bad. He takes them and praises them because without them he wouldn’t love me for what I have, do or think. These poems are merely passionate prayers from the heart, to be read in almost free or blank verse style. There is a little bit of rhythm, but like our relationship, it’s very untraditional. Enjoy the first part - I really want to call it a movement, like with classical movements of the same masterpiece.

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