Commissions
Commission poetry
BESPOKE WRITING & POEMS
I have been approached to write many a time, and it’s one of my favourite things to do. I love the way each project differs, guides & inspires what I create.
From writing for BBC Radio 4 and big companies such as the Red Paddle Co, to the very finer, personal moments of creating poetry for family & friends – my creative process is the same.
I am led by the direction of the commission. Emotions, and connection is at the heart of what I do. Through my writing I hope to include and simplify, knocking down barriers, aiming to connect every eye & ear.
“Working with Megan Chapman has been an absolute pleasure, her passion, commitment and ability to transform ideas into outcomes has represented enormous value for money in a project which overall aim is towards levelling up prosperity for Cornwall’s most disadvantaged. Megan brought not only ability as a artist to the Poetry Privy, but also heartfelt experience as a foster parent. To involve families in the project of exploration of deep personal challenges in such a collective and expressive form takes real skill. The project not only restored and reimagined a traditional building in a Country Park, leaving an exciting tangible legacy for the public to engage with, it has also engaged some of Cornwall’s most vulnerable children and their foster families as they navigate the care system. It is amazing to realise that all of this has been achieved on a minimal budget, showing what can be achieved for communities through the Council’s environment estate when exciting partnerships look at these spaces through creative and innovative mindsets.”
Charlotte Evans MCIEEM MRes, BSc hons
Senior Environment Officer – Capital Programme, Funding and Future Strategy
PARTNERSHIP WORK FEEDBACK 2025
past commissions
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Wholesome Love
Reflections in the pools of Devon’s sandy banks.
They both recalled one very special day on Dartmoor’s river
Plenty of fish, two less left in the tank.
Warm air, still love grips skin, shiveredWithout knowing this, their adventures forked off paths quick.
First meet up in a local pub
Love held their ground, found, like the earth’s templates shift.
They both studied anthropology and art clubbedTwo tall, blonde peas in a pod echoed friends.
They knew this felt real, and listened to each other’s hearts
Found their way back to each other. The initial time away lends
Their relationship, like their plants, grew new partsThirteen years later a father and mother
This next step - marriage - topping their soil, earthing
A family tree of continuation, acknowledgment of each other
The centre of their world, and this moment preserving.Love intertwined like a grape vine, accomplishment
The centre of each other’s life, their partnership conserving
Sunrise to sunsets, the beauty, astonishment
Eyes lock in, best friends, a deep understandingThis life, destined loves routes like returning tides.
Rings wrap around their promise, found their forever, hand in
Hand and their gaze hold all lands, forever long and wide. -
Sea
My heavy body walks slowly
I see the sea before I see
Anybody I love an early dawny
Before the light invites me up
A surge of energy my internal clock
Knowing each rock that will show
The tide line pull
Reminding me let goI can’t dip and think or drink
Present observant I see the sea
Bright green seaweed sticks to me
Can you sea the sea?
Are we there yet?You can’t go and regret
Prefer a sunrise to a sunset
A day not met
I ingest fresh droplets
I choose to protect this time
Where, not telling, come find
Me where the water meets the sand
If you no then you know our land
Rain or shine I’m getting wet
You can’t see my body in the sea
I’m doing it for me
No selfy go pro’s no no
It’s early doors on the low low
Let go go keep going and going
Floating, arms dip in rotating
Legs wakening mindfully escaping
Unavailable flight mode without needing oneCause my home is a holiday destination
No news feeds
Can breathe deep like seaweed
Tread shallowly
It’s too early
When knowbody needs me
This is how it’s meant to be
You know this fellow swimmingly’ s
Maybe just maybe
Well find each other tidally
Solo for soulfully
Grouped for socially
Coldness for mentally
The sea will wholly
Hold each of us unconditionally
Unpredictably her vast depths
A reminder us humans only scratch the surfaceI scramble back up the tufts
Of reeds which weave the sand
View this land sunken barren
Uniquely carved vast spanSalt hits my lips I am
Here a small spec a droplet
A river meeting the sea
A sacred place of history
Can you sea the sea?
Are we there yet?Oh playful youthful adventure
Life’s cycles forever venture -
For the Poetry Privy Project
A Poem For Panel
Ask me another question there could never be enough
Ask me another question I’m filling up
Ask me another question unpack my emotional stuff
Ask me another question you’ll unpack your belongings
Ask me another question you have every right probing
Ask me another question as much as you need keep going
Ask me another question you have every right knowing
Ask me another question our hearts, minds are open
Ask me another question yes we will cope and keep coping
Ask me another question yes you may be broke and keep breaking
Ask me another question please take and keep taking
Ask me another question or curl up shut
Ask me another question I agree you’d be silly to quickly trust
Ask me another question you’ve learned to survive, may arrive frozen
Ask me another question in comparison I get to dip my toes in
Ask me another question point out my self-denial
Ask me another question your whole life’s been filed
Ask me another question yes you’re only a child
Ask me another question please question our love,
Ask me another question inside I’m doubled up
Ask me another question I’d talk you through every cut
Ask me another question I will open my door as much
Ask me another question I will open your door a touch
Ask me another question tell me when enough is enough
Ask me another question don’t mention what you don’t want to
Ask me another question my intention is to share our home with you -
Man and Ocean
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Ex Covid
Digging deep whilst our most unwell sleep
Tracing, remembering why you choose this profession
Your salary frozen yet all those in need you still treat
Founded in 1948 glued with red tape
Clink, mop, change the sheets bleep bleep bleep
Bright white lights, shift rotations you make
The NHS is similarly becoming a war hero's equivalent
The privatisation's meant buying back your own beds
Funny it takes a pandemic to get you a listen
You dig deep knowing why you do this, dreaming of sleep
You frontline key workers serve us, at 8 pm we clapped
As drops of sweat ran down your back
And your bus drives on, knowing the virus may attack
Holding the hands of those with no one is a wordless act
Thank you you you you you each of you
You remind people of their dignity when they can’t feel it
At sunrise, sunset not met somehow you pull through
Your breath breathes life, allowing this so I can write.
BOOK ME FOR YOUR WEDDING
celebrant
Writing about beautiful love stories have been some of my favourite commissions. Coupling this with my love of performing spoken word, becoming a celebrant was a perfect fit!
Love, for me, is so important. To play a part in other people’s wedding is an honour & a joy. With a background in welfare & fostering, I have great people skills and love nothing more than celebrating communication & connection with a good party!
I read the room – making sure you are at the centre of your special day, and that everyone attending also feels connected and included. Being both neurodiverse, and a member of the LGBTQ plus community myself, inclusivity is something I really understand.
"Meg beautifully and eloquently described mine and Beth's relationship in our poem – describing key events with warmth and humour, which was exactly what we had hoped for. She performed it at the ceremony with the high level of gravitas and skill that you would expect from a professional spoken word artist.
The poem is now displayed on our wall as a keepsake. It looks amazing and we read it regularly to remember the amazing day. We couldn't recommend Meg more for your ceremony"
Dr Francis Screech, Resident Doctor
Mrs Beth Screech, Physician Associate