The Poetry of Michelle Freya
Michelle Freya is a female poet and writer. Her collection, Just Another Poet Alone With Herself Again, was published with Bottlecap Press in 2022. Her other publications are featured in the renowned biannual fashion magazine Unpolished (Spring 2022 Issue/Book 09), independent Italian literary press Rivista (Issue 4 - Letters from Exile/Lettere Dall’Esilio), global storytelling platform Heroica Women, experimental magazine Verses (Issue 5: Garden), Humankind Zine (Issue 3: Take Root), and Get Candid Magazine (Issue 3:The Winter Issue).
Michelle Freya’s poetic work was showcased at Paris Fashion Week AW24 in collaboration with Irish designer Róisín Pierce at Pierce’s AW24 show for her 5th collection, O Lovely One, Girl That Fell From a Star. The poem was titled Angel of Hope.
The show and collaborative poetry was covered by magazines including Vogue, Numero, WWD, The Irish Examiner, DSCENE, and Notion.
Her piece Hands That Swing Above the Sidewalk was featured with C41 Magazine. Read the interview here.
“Michelle Freya's poetry exists in her own tightly woven cloud of ether. Her subjects can be a microcosm examination of a single object and then swiftly blow up to an existential range of emotions on love.” -Brit Parks
Just Another Poet Alone With Herself Again
By Michelle Freya
Published by Bottlecap Press
May 2022
Michelle Freya’s Just Another Poet Alone with Herself Again is a dedication to the relationship a writer has with their own words and solitude. This collection uses both nature and nostalgia as its metaphorical instruments, and the melody is the experience of looking back at moments in life met with bewilderment toward the unknown.
‘My Religion’ written and filmed by Michelle Freya
UP ON SHOULDERS
(As featured with Heroica Women)
I envision love being something like being up on shoulders. A gap
between you and I and where the atmosphere begins, where the world is outlined in a fragile
and erasable pencil.
I let the atmosphere press upon my head; I rejoice
at the sound of when pigeons start to cry.
I picture love being something like being up on shoulders, where one feels weightless with their arms thrown up to wind.
A kind of folklore dangling
that clutches death and makes living worth the drape. Still, I cannot seem to convince myself
to make the climb.
Hand me the air but I will slumber on the staircase.
You, the sexual parasite planted inside of my teenage brain. I am rebuilding my bar now and it will touch the headrest of the sky.
You become a dot and I become a full-grown damsel who dreams of wedding bells and sewn devotions.
I picture love being something like being up on shoulders.
I never wanted to leave the livelihood of being a child.
-Michelle Freya
MY FATHER’S MUSIC, MY MOTHER’S TEA SET
(As featured in Verses Issue 5: Garden)
Is every song written
for the one they have loved the most?
this is a pit in my soul like
oceanic endlessness
looking out
clambering sand, teacups clashing in the cupboard
and even when the maid laced and
cherry haired
sorts it all out again in rows
I think everything remains cluttered one way
or another
and my father still brings
my mother her morning cup of tea
even when she
sleeps the whole ordeal through
I can hear his devotion
through the door
-Michelle Freya
I BEG: DO NOT LEAVE, DO NOT STAY
(As featured in the short film ‘Sleeping Pills’ by Jason Arkell-Boles)
I asked the words if I could remain sad forever
if that was what it would take
to make them stay
I asked them as you were holding
my utmost joy in your hands, standing at the door
before you put it all down
on the rained-on wood
and walked away
I still don’t know if they will ever
be able to commit
-Michelle Freya
