It Was No Accident

Two partners dare each other in Georgina Norie's poem on taking risks and late-night thrills.

by Georgina Norie

It Was No Accident Feature

It was no accident. This.
The salt-on-wrist tequila shots,
the spilled gin on your jeans,
the fingertip graze across your lips.

It was no accident. This.
Your grass-damp t-shirt,
my hair falling over your cheeks,
the empty cider bottles at our feet.

It was no accident. This.
The 1am call: Come and get me,
words I won’t dare utter glistening on my tongue,
you, the thrill seeker, daring me.

 


Georgina Norie | @GeorginaNorie
Georgina met Poetry in 2011 and they’ve been best mates ever since. Poetry has given her the opportunity to perform at festivals and prestigious venues around the UK, including London’s Southbank Centre, the Roundhouse, Lovebox Festival and Bestival. She explores her experiences of womanhood, love and loss using stark imagery and painful honesty, taking inspiration from the maternal, the beautiful and the grotesque.

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