Monday, 1 July 2013

The poet's devastation

Dedicated to my friend Sue, the poet, who will know what this means

I have lost a line of poetry
the introduction line
which sat benignly
waiting to be seduced
from its hidey hole
to spill the goods and tell
the whole world
the answer
but which certainly
would have led into the Keatsian ode
and sung
true music
but I lost it.
Staying too long
thinking about what might come next
being distracted and then 
doing other wasteful things 
I could not bring it back.

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