I was in Teignmouth the other Saturday sitting on the Back Beach soaking up the sun and reading the paper. I noticed a wedding party waiting by a restaurant. The party consisted of the bride and two bridesmaids. I wondered what would happen if the groom failed to appear and this little poem wrote itself on my phone.
sun on silk
pearled
bodice luminescent
a
bride on the back beach
where
is her groom?
Timing
is everything
and
this wait fuels her doubts
gulls circle
the
tide goes out
The rest of the wedding party arrived as I was writing thankfully.
I think you have to be open to whatever words arrive and make of them what you can.
This second poem was revised with the assistance of The Secret Poets. I owe them many thanks. You can read the previous version here.
Just One of Those Things
when
the sea returned
the
lovers had gone
to
create their own energy
in
a rented room
then
to part
on
some street corner
late
in the afternoon
in
a press of people too preoccupied
for
the intensity of this farewell
to
ever be noticed
The poem has lost the final two lines. It has also lost the fifth line in the middle stanza. We discussed whether it added anything to the poem by introducing the situation of the people in the crowd and decided that as the poem was a miniature that the focus was best kept on the lovers.
If you can find a group you trust and respect then the benefits to your writing are infinite.
Here's some Radio Tarifa. It doesn't seem twenty years since their first album came out. How times speeds away.
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