Welcome to the Poetry of Naidra

What is the Poetry of Naidra

First of all this is a bit of fun, please do not take anything too seriously as I don’t.

These are the ramblings of its murky mind; taking ideas, thoughts and situations from numerous everyday sources and converting them very loosely into poetry. Some are serious, some mundane and others comical (hopefully).

More content will trickle onto these pages as and when Naidra’s synapses are fired into action by an idea or thought.

Most of the poems are rough and unready, so are not finished, but as they mature you will be able to see a metamorphic change occur; though don’t hold your breath for a butterfly, your more likely to die of asphyxiation than that happening.

Who is Naidra

Naidra is said to be a Wiccan name meaning ‘small spring’.

Though I am neither a Wiccan nor a small spring, it suites my purposes.

Or if you prefer, it is an entity that embodies the thoughts and ideas of its creator, once they have fermented and distilled into what can loosely be labelled as poetry.

Or, if you prefer, it is a pseudonym, nom-de-plume or a mask I can hide behind.

Why Naidra

I could say… that I’m shy

I could say… that I’m not doing it for fame

I could say… that it has no labels, no age or nationality or race or sex or religion, politics or bias, just words and that is all that is important.

I could say… that I interested in what labels people would put on me by just reading my words. Bit like an experiment if you like, such things amuse me.

I could say… that all the above are true to a degree

Well that’s the what, who and why dealt with so why not delve into the pages and see what treasures and trash is to be found