Friday, 25 March 2016


The idea for this post's poem came from a Ray Bradbury short story, Kaleidoscope
It is about a group of astronauts falling towards a planet following the destruction of their spacecraft.

[with thanks to Ray Bradbury for Kaleidoscope]


to the point

where it is the world

that appears to turn

take in the textures

I threshold

from the knitted black of space


I fall

storms await me
Layout is everything for certain poems. I wrote this one in a workshop and originally it was squeezed into about seven lines. By altering the spacing I think I have let the poem breathe. 
It is always worthwhile playing about with shape and spacing as well as stanza length.
I leave you with Anna Ternheim.

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