As you can no doubt imagine from the title of this blog I have a love of magpies. I don't usually do list poems as I think they have been done to death, however, just to contradict myself here is a list poem.
he artfully deployed his vocabulary
to conjure a magpie
I had to research the list as my knowledge of birds is pretty rudimentary. I may try it out at a reading, when they happen again.
this year I’ll be carving the Christmas tree so it will fit in the car (safely) as there’s no kerbside collection for bedraggled symbols that have outstayed their welcome
then as it drizzles I drive to the municipal car park collection point and the tree mumbles the best years of my life and for what? I pretend not to hear
by the time I have swept the boot of accusing pine needles the once ten foot tree is sawdust
Just a piece of reportage, slightly tongue in cheek. The Christmas tree was supposed to be eight feet tall but as I bought it the man said he thought it was nearer ten foot. thankfully the ceilings of our house are taller.
I bought Phoebe Bridgers Copycat Killer ep the other day on spec. Thankfully it turned out to be wondrous.Until next time.