July 3, 2018 § Leave a comment
I wrote this poem in response to an exercise in FutureLearn How to Make a Poem.
What tools lie beneath
As a day unfolds in a household like mine,
the brilliance of light filters
Through the reflected windows of this room,
casting shadows not off-kilter.
I dare to explain to my visitors here,
what of interest stands by the balcony —
The leafy green acanthus plant
sitteth, should I say, languidly.
‘Oh, what an exotic thing you have,’
they exclaim with a grin.
Their faces turn from joy to despair
upon finding a creepy crawley within.
‘It is only a spider, do not worry,’
I answer. With a raised hand
I show them what waiteth
on the dining table grand.
‘You like yoghurt smoothies as much as I do,
why don’t you try this drink?’
‘Delighted to,’ answer they in chorus,
with their glasses raised, they clink.
‘Next, you’ll see my bedroom here,’
only a hammer lying on a table.
It catches the sight of one keen observer,
only a brush out of sable.
‘It is not important,’ she says, ‘what they are,
they come in handy when
One is sleepless, bored or else have nothing
to do, or even bedridden.’
I let the guests imagine stories
but inside of me giggles
When yesterday a painting my boyfriend
had hung and left me no longer single.
Their tour came abruptly to an end
when a needle I found fallen
From a tablecloth I was making,
smitten with hope this wasn’t the end.
February 29, 2016 § Leave a comment
The best and most essential poems by John Donne (1572-1631) John Donne’s poetry is a curious mix of contradictions. At once spiritual and metaphysical, it is also deeply embedded in the physi…