Jemelia Moseley



the poet

Jemelia Moseley is a primary school teacher, poet and spoken word artist from London. Her poem United was published in The Fly On The Wall Magazine in September 2020, while her poems Black, Dying to bloom and Visions of possibilities were published in The Melbourne Culture Centre. Jemelia recently appeared on Numar 17 Radio in the US alongside fellow Alien Buddha Press poets and artists. Her chapbook Love, Joy, Tears, Beers and Poetry is out now.

the poems

Travelling in Mind

00:00 / 01:16

My body wants to get on a plane and travel far away

I want to get away from this life of pain but my mind is thinking

all these thoughts in vain

because I’m stuck

I can’t even really get on a train if it’s not for work or an emergency

but I really do need to rest my mind with urgency

as my thoughts are hurting me, potentially taking control of me

My body is yearning to be free

free from masks and free from COVID

free from restrictions

free from daily predictions

I’m yearning for vitamin D

yearning to be by the sea

my mind and body is just yearning to travel and yearning to be free

Imagery of palm trees, the cool breeze

COVID on freeze

in the pool up to my knees

handcuffs released

my mind feels free

The sun is blazing

I feel amazing

As I let the sand fall through my fingers the thought of COVID still lingers

like the memories of all our lost ones' unfinished stories

but we live on in their hope and glory and respect each day

as a present

as our love for them will never pass

The sun sets, stripes of orangey-red

my hearts desires have been fed, my mind is at peace

and body is filled with ease

I lay back on the sunbed and I embrace the tranquility

Misery Loves Company

00:00 / 01:16

I am watching TV as the TV watches me

I see movement but I hear no sound

In my own head space, my own maze,

feeling really lost and I really want to be found

The comfort of misery keeps misery surrounding me,

they say misery likes company

yet I am so very lonely

I pray for strength and that my ancestors guide me

my history seems to define me

the unspoken, the untold

the truth and the hidden

the secrets and the unforbidden

all the things I did

and didn’t

get to love and hold

holding on to the things you love, that you outgrow

holding onto things that get old

And it’s true what they say … peace of mind and love

can never be bought or sold


00:00 / 01:07


chilled nights

Left outside frost bites

Big bears and tiny little mites

They hide, hibernate, I procrastinate

Work rates, relationships, money

How I give, how much I take

How much I need, how much I make,

The world, the villages, the cities

The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees

The growth, my growth

Promises, broken and kept the oath

I took to love, to cherish

To death do us part

I wish we could go back to the start

It was bright, the sun, there was light

There was you, there was me

There was hope, there is hope, room to scope

A room full of laughter and hope

Where there is hope there is love

And where there is love there is hope, there is truth

There is you, there is me, the sun, the light

Piercing through our troubling nights, our mazed minds

The wind it sings we listen

Our tears they glisten, our hearts are a miss

Our love it is missing

We yearn for yesterday

Sealed with a kiss, smothered with loss

The predator's caught its prey

Publishing credits

Travelling in Mind: exclusive first publication by iamb

Misery Loves Company: Harpy Hybrid Review 

Hope: Love, Joy, Tears, Beers and Poetry (Alien Buddha Press)

© original authors 2021

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