This one arrived in the middle of the night. When I awoke around 3.30am a rough draft had lodged in my head and so I got up and wrote it down, then went back to sleep. I spent the next couple of days revising it.
At the outset is was enough
to set the words on to paper
exactly as they had arrived in his head.
He viewed each an essence, pure
as lightening captured in a bottle
and that was indeed enough.
Only later did he begin to see
that those initial words were a map
a series of moves to be made
to coax the poem to the page.
Perception changes and it is only
when you have ascended to the highest point
that you can see the path clearly.
It is still a work in progress. I am not sure the ending is quite right. Watch this space. I am happy with the way it describes my process over the years and frequent readers will have heard me harp on about the importance of revising your work.
Here's a live concert by Beirut. There's a retrospective set out soon.
Until next time.