autism book Poetry

I published a book!

Late last summer, I decided that I wanted to do something purposeful and have a project that I could work on over a period of months so I decided to put together all my poems about autism into a book, as well as produce illustrations and explanations for the poems. It was hard work and I found the editing very tedious but it is finally here.

My poetry book allows unfiltered access into the mind of a recently diagnosed autistic female and reflects on the many emotions associated with being on the spectrum. Many of the common traits associated with autism are touched on in the book and the meaning behind the poems are explained in detail. These poems are written from the perspective of an autistic individual who appears fairly normal due to masking her autistic traits, but they also show the repercussions of this and what it feels like to be an outsider in a society made for neurotypical people. They also offer insight into certain autistic behaviours, explaining why autistic people do things different. In addition to focusing on autism, there are poems about anorexia. These poems offer a glimpse into why so many autistic females end up with eating disorders in adolescence.

All in all, Not Neurotypical shows why our society needs more people who understand autism. Many people on the spectrum are misunderstood and therefore cannot access the freedoms they deserve. This means that autistic people cannot reach their full potential and in general, have lower life expectancies.

climate graphic Poetry

Poems for COP26

I was recently commissioned by a climate group, who hosted an event in the lead up to COP26, to create some artwork based on the sessions I attended.

Climate 2050 is a volunteer and youth led organisation that aims to empower young people to take climate action.

COP26 stands for Conference of the parties 26. As it is the 26th time the UN climate change conference will occur. This year, it is hosted by the UK, in Glasgow from the 31st of October to the 12 November 2021.

The below link is to a zine produced by climate 2050 after the ‘let’s talk about COP26 event’ and it explores some key points.

Here are the poems I wrote:

This poem is about loss and damage, a rarely talked about consequence of climate change.
This poem is about reframing our perspectives, it’s so easy to get caught up in it all and get overwhelmed but anxiety can be turned to action and we can learn to fam in love with the creativity of solutions.
This poem highlights the importance of climate education.

medical school Poetry university

Shifting Family Dynamics at University

I wrote the below poem after seeing my family for the first time after moving to university. It was a strange experience because I suddenly felt like a visitor in their lives. It was something out of the ordinary for them to see me. It reminded me of when we used to meet up with family members for a meal after not seeing them for a while. I did not belong to their ‘unit’ anymore. Maybe it was the fact that I just met them for lunch and a walk; maybe it will be different when I go and stay at home, but it felt so strange. I felt like I was a dead person, looking on at my old life before I moved to uni – except I wasn’t there. It was almost like a feeling of grief because it dawned on me that things would never go back to the way they were before I moved out.

I tried to personify my house in this poem because I guess growing up we assume that our house will be our home forever. And it feels like a living breathing thing full of life (or at least it does to me). There’s a strong rhyme scheme to that section too because it reflects familiarity. I wanted to repeat the phrase ‘life goes on’ because despite the fact it’s a scary concept – life does go on whether I’m there or not. I think I have a lot of insecurity about whether my family miss me, prefer things without me etc. However, I think I’ve just got to realise that this is a time of change. Things are different and not the same but, that doesn’t mean they’re not good. One period of time does not compare to the other because it’s different. Life moves on.

Grief buried in my bones,

Bones of the body that is my home.

My own –

My only permanent home.

Pulling the new experiences,

Deep into my skin,

Letting sadness evaporate

and dissipate at dawn

The old me looks on

(From the outside)

At those four walls

With their glowing white front

And their brick back

With the trees round the side

And the blinds it lacked

With its warm red walls

And uncarpeted floors

With it’s four toilets

And heavy wooden doors

The old me looks on

From the outside

Because life goes on

Missing one

I’m not there,

But i’m very aware

That life goes on

Missing one.

I wonder if they like it,

Without me there?

Whether they miss me,

Or even care?

Shifting dynamics

A time of changes

Building a new life

with a bunch of strangers

Finty Royle



Below is another poem, this time about changing trains. I had to go on a train a few days ago and it got me thinking. I always hate that period of time between hearing your station announced and the train stopping. It’s a stressful suspense that is very much the same emotion felt before a big change in life. I then thought about the fact that before moving out, it’s like being on a train accompanied by your parents and then you switch to being all alone. I’m not sure this poem conveys that enough but it’s up for interpretation. I love train stations because they are full of interesting people. I’d happily go for a picnic at a train station on a rainy day!

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A thrumming, A humming,

A stomach churning, chugging.

A plucked string,

A live wire charging the air.

Buzzing, rumbling, nearing.

A nervous energy,

Emotions strung high.

Heavy clouds looming

In a darkened, moody sky.

The moment before,

The train stops at the station,

A disconcerting suspense,

A fugitive frustration.

Destination reached,

Time to step down.

As doors inhale the platform,

With a deep sigh of a sound.

An auditory hug,

From the bustle of the station,

A spirited chatter of strangers,

In the same situation.

Comforting cocoon of the carriage –

Time to leave.

Taking experiences,

And what I believe.

A step into the unknown,

A journey new,

Time for another train,

Where fresh light shines through.

Copyright – Finty Royle


A New Chapter

I’m going to start off this blog with a poem I wrote a few days ago after moving into my university accommodation.

I based the poem on the idea of changing seasons. Just like the seasons change, so do stages in life. Change isn’t bad, it’s just the natural way of life. Some people embrace change, some people resist it. Despite this, it is very much inevitable.

I debated staying at home for uni but decided it would be best to move out. Simply because it would mean pushing myself out of my comfort zone and expanding my experiences in life as well as my opinions. That’s not to say it’s an easy move, but challenges are good! Hopefully the poem below articulates this well.

With the soft rumble of the car engine,

I was left all alone in a new home.

And in the embers of the setting sun

My new life, this new chapter, had begun.

Intoxicating and soul swirling,

Is this perplexing freedom unfurling.

Wading through shadows of dusky grief,

I shall learn from the seasons and and the leaf.

A world cycling through shifting patterns of change,

The tides of discomfort and situations strange.

Unavoidable, inevitable

But very much manageable –

Time to move on.

So as the cooler air blows between the trees,

And the paths become speckled with mellowing leaves,

I will feel blessed

That i’ve experienced the seasons at their best.

©Finty Royle