"Go to the edge of a bookshelf, count seven books in, and take that one out. Open it to page seven and count to the seventh sentence on that page. Write a poem that starts with something from that sentence."
And hang, zig zag, on hedges,//Green as glass.
(Norman MacCaig, "Collected Poems.")
This has been sitting on Lizzie's computer stand on her desk at work for ages. I forgot to do this at home (where the bookshelf is) so have just used this book. I've never heard of Norman before, but that's quite a nice line. So...more poetry.... This is one of those types of poems (most of my attempts are) where it's possible it's good, but probably I'm just apeing what I call 'pretentious wank'.
Once Sharp Sand
Glass - I collect it, sea-glass,
On every beach I come to now
For you.
Blue is the most exciting colour (rare),
But all of it shows that minutely pitted texture
Of blades become gentle.
I collect it, and I post it
(To you.)
And hang, zig zag, on hedges,//Green as glass.
(Norman MacCaig, "Collected Poems.")
This has been sitting on Lizzie's computer stand on her desk at work for ages. I forgot to do this at home (where the bookshelf is) so have just used this book. I've never heard of Norman before, but that's quite a nice line. So...more poetry.... This is one of those types of poems (most of my attempts are) where it's possible it's good, but probably I'm just apeing what I call 'pretentious wank'.
Once Sharp Sand
Glass - I collect it, sea-glass,
On every beach I come to now
For you.
Blue is the most exciting colour (rare),
But all of it shows that minutely pitted texture
Of blades become gentle.
I collect it, and I post it
(To you.)
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