ON THE LOOKOUT FOR NUMBER FOUR

A rewrite for you this post. Some poems do not come easy. They are never fully realised and condemned to the Locker Room of Lost Poems, while other undergo transformation after transformation. Possibly it is because I don't know exactly what it is I want to say, or the original words didn't quite catch the essence and so I search for clarity.

It was the topic of our summer

one we would return to every so often

As we sat in the central school playing field

looking at the clover

Counting leaves

one two and three

On the lookout for number four

the rock solid gateway to the luck

You told me that your uncle

once known a man who found one

His boat had come in

more luck than he knew what to do with

The days were long

the field was large

Just beyond our fingers

possibilities tantalised

So what's changed? Layout for a start and the odd line. You can read the last version here. 

The new Laura Marling album is worth a listen.  

Until next time.