Two new poems - one a quick sketch of a Greenbelt moment, and another my first ever attempt at a sonnet.
with each subtle movement
contours of muscle and crayon
fly across the pad.
And a sparkly faced girl
each flicker, flutter,
on the grass -
a pink bobble
as mirror to
So, how do I read an Anthology?
From first poem to the very end
or flick and flight around liberally
until alighting on the godsend?
Or, by picking out the known name
whose words seems to have no bounds
but understands this writing game
with images creating tight sounds.
One day, I found a piece called “Kindness”
where the page fell open in my hand
and bought a whole book for this one guess,
here treasure may arrive as contraband.
Come “Rattle Bag” edited by Heaney and Hughes
Adieu, is a strange place to invite us to muse.