I’m sitting in my study in front of my laptop,
Filofax and paperwork littering the desktop.
In the background, The Archers is on the radio,
otherwise the house is still, my only company Mojo,
the little green-eyed cat, scrutinising every move I make,
her pink nose pushing at my hand, urging me to take a break.
It’s chilly in my study, there’s very little heat,
my fingers are stiff with cold and so are my feet.
White light from the reading lamp slices through shadows,
illuminating words and lines as I begin to compose
a poem about this very moment in time,
a moment preserved in musicality and rhyme.
Kim M. Russell, 7th February 2019
My response to Imaginary garden with Real Toads Thursday: Finding a Moment
Karin is our host this Thursday. She would like us to write about the moment in which we are sitting down (or standing up) to compose our poems, ideally in rhyme or meter, with some element of musicality.
She says that we can write the merest impression of this moment or we can tell its fuller story, and that this impression or story can include other moments: moments which led to this moment, that come to mind in this moment or what feels absolutely present right now.