It's not often that I take some lines from a poem and use them in a completely different way. But I have this post. You can read the last iteration of it here.
LOVE POEM
In Stafford there were train spotters
cameras slung around there necks
tablets gripped tightly in their hands
ticking off who knew what
In Birmingham where I changed trains
I was refused hot water in in four
of the five cafes in the last
my jasmine tea was refilled with a smile
Out of the city it was all green country
until I saw the sea at that point I knew
I’d be with you soon from then on
the smile never left my face
It's now a love poem where as before it was more reportage. Same train journey, different focus. You have to be flexible and open to experimenting.
Here's some Laura Gibson. I've been playing La Grande lately and it really is an impressive piece of work.
Until next time.
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