If my last post was two poems written at a workshop that appeared unheralded, then this post's poem continues the unexpected arrival theme. I wrote it in the middle of the night, when I had just awoken from a dream.
I felt I should know this place
the beach looked too beautiful to be real
as I looked I realised it was the same perfect wave
that kept repeating its surge to the shore
and that stars that wheeled in the sky
sparkled like diamonds cast on midnight blue velvet
I asked my friend [whom I’d never met before]
sure is it not a mix of the two
part nature and part enhanced by the artists
the studio employed to ensure
it looked like what an audience would expect
in my pocket the magistrates wrist watch
weighed as heavy as unconfessed sin
my friend slapped me on the back
in a manner no one ever had
tender
underlining our unspoken bond of years
let’s get going you’ve got to give me the loot then bring me back
we walked to the old van
the darkness nestled around us
the soundtrack had yet to be added
we drove in silence all the way to waking
No I have no idea where it came from. I'm not even sure I can identify the constituent parts. I like the dreamy, half familiar feel of it. I thought of entitling it Day For Night after that technique films use to turn daylight into night. Dream for Night was another contender, but neither seems to do it justice.
May De Vitry has a new album out. Her fourth since the Stray Birds broke up. They are all worth a listen.
Until next time.
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