Here's a poem I have been working on for a long time. There's not many lines to it but getting it exactly the way it should be took patience. It was based on a memory, an image of standing in the foyer of the Taunton cinema and looking at the rain soaked car park shining in the afternoon light. I made up the rest.
unexpectedly half way through the film
the plot twisted to mirror
certain events from his history
he sat in the darkness
tasting his own indecision
looking out of the glass doors of the foyer
he thought the afternoon light had taken on the cast of the sea
the car park a washed out watercolour
he was silent all the way homeDoes knowing it is mostly fiction detract from the poem?
I do not think so.
Sometimes the simple poems are the most difficult to write. This one wrote itself when I heard someone say that they were the opposite of a dancer.
today he feels
the opposite of a dancer
off the beat
as if the alarm clock
had woken him
a fraction too lateAgain this is a simple poem and it wrote itself in no time. I have no idea why some take longer than others. Perhaps it is to do with clarity of vision. The clearer you see the poem, the easier it is to write?Brooke Sharkey has a new single out. It is superb, haunting, beautiful.Until next time.