Tag Archives: Hayley Green

Hayley Green – Headline – Line Edit

8 Feb

FORMATTING IS MESSED UP, DON’T KNOW WHY

Here is my latest draft. I have had some feedback since but no time to implement it ye, but still wanted to put something up. The bits in bold and italicised will probably be replaced.

TECH: I’m thinking of having a red wash but nothing more extravagant with the lights. Slight possibility of projection (my own images). Might use those blocks they said they had for staging, defo won’t need anything special bringing in. 1 x mic and stand please. That’s all for me.

Time: 1 minute 30 (2 minutes to be safe)

Ode to Our Jam Roly Poly

My flour and butter parcel,

sticky red splurging from your folded corners.

You were Gran’s kisses in the kitchen on Sundays

when arguments boiled over in the living room.

We snuggled in a cuddle of steam,

lamb, slow stewing in the oven.

A little bit of Sunday sugar helps the bile stay down

Tucked behind the service hatch,

we’d bake you to distract. Spittle sugar loud over

threats of leather belts slapping backs.

On the days the living room boiled into the kitchen,

you wore a cling film coat, left our stomachs –

hungry,
our taste buds un-hugged, our sweet tooth bitter

with every mouthful of over peppered dinner.

A little bit of Sunday sugar helps the bile stay down

Gran still spooned us extra love.
We outcasts –

lumps of hand me down pastry from big brother apple pie

squeezed with strawberry jam so we both bled

the same colour through identical slits I knifed

into our skins.

A little bit of Sunday sugar helps the bile stay down

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Mouthy Are ‘Stars!’ say’s Nottingham Post

7 Jul

Great to see @mouthypoets finally get into @nottinghampost through it’s amazing work via #spokenword #educators @ioneyiscreative aka Ioney Smallhorne, Hayley green, Jim Hall, Stephen Ashburn and Kai Müller! have been doing in local schools.
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Hayley Green – SST7 Headline – Redraft

22 Jun

Changing Rooms

 

{set in a changing rooms, a young girl surrounded by school girls staring at her}

 

Girl:

I am twelve

Standing in a changing room

Girls tiled on both sides

I don’t really know where to look

 

Girls in changing rooms:

I’m taking first spot behind the showers

Don’t look don’t look

 

Girl:

I clam up

Make-up dolls

And curiosity

Making me want to stare

But I divert my eyes to the floor

And try to avoid their glares.

 

Girls in changing room:

Pop away your tongue

I’m not a lollipop

And this is not a sweet shop

 

{Narrator: just forward of the scene, reflects}

Narrator:

She spent ten minutes studying her timetable this morning

Two letters alphabetti spaghettied

around the blue and white stripes of her school planner

Her heart, overcooked soup in her chest

That hasn’t heard from puberty yet

Unlike these other girls around her

She has yet to develop breasts

 

Girl:

So I take a peak

Probably more out of jealousy

 

Girls in changing room:

Errrrrrrr

What you looking at lesbo?

Errrrrrrr

She’s looking at me,

She’s dirty

 

Girl:

Reverse

Tuck the peak back inside my head

Stare at the floor again

If I look up

They’re just gunna call me a lesbian

 

Narrator:

She’s an odd sock, stale

Drenched in the words

she imagines they say

Which wouldn’t be so unfounded

She’s pounded urges so they don’t surge

Through the edges of her skin

Moulded thoughts

To keep within parameters

Of a world she doesn’t understand

Cats her back against tiles

Stands up

straight.

 

Girl:

I camouflage myself into the background

Towel tiles around my body

Plaster myself into a hiding space

Where no hiding spaces are found

 

Narrator:

She displaces the feelings

Tumble drying in her stomach

And irons them onto others

She’s stained

Like the tiles on the walls around her

Mosaicing her design

To look more like theirs as they change.

Girls in changing room:

They should be put with the boys

so they can’t look at us,

they’re more like them anyway

 

Narrator:

She’s not been sewn together quite right

A knitted jumper with one sleeve

Longer than the other

Still stitching new threads

Onto the right places

to look more like them

 

Girl:

The door that separates the girls from the boys is open

For me to big toe tip toe towards

And through

Because their bodies match mine

More than the girls’ do

 

Girls in changing room:

It’s not right that we have to hide

so they can’t see us,

they’re always looking

 

Girl: Looking, looking

They must have caught me looking

 

Narrator:

To get caught she must have been looking

So maybe it’s time

she stops tucking these feelings away in a closet

Unfold herself to reveal she’s just not like them

{Turns to young girl}

It’s fine to have these thoughts in your head

 

Girl:

But I am twelve

Standing in a changing room

Girls tiled on both sides

And I don’t know where to look

 

 

 

So I’ve tried more of a script layout, does this look better than having it all over the page? I have also tried out having the narrator in 3rd person (it was originally 1st person), do you think this works?

Does it rhyme too much or does it work for this? I think I like it if I’m going to have 3 different voices going along, I don’t think there’s much to it otherwise.

Any feedback welcome 🙂