Inside the roundness of my orb
is a beach hut the colour of the sea, not grey
as you’d expect on a wintry day
but an optimistic shade of jade.
There’s snow on its roof
and sand at its base,
a perfect place
to write or watch the stars come out at night.
I sit here on your window sill,
no sea out there, where all is green,
reminding you of what you’ve seen,
reminding you to breathe and dream.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2019
Anmol is our host and he introduces this week’s Poetics with a poem by Wallace Stevens: ‘Thinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors’. Because it is the second day of NaPoWriMo, we have the choice of either linking one poem, old or new, or taking inspiration from the optional challenge to write a poem, lyrical or prosaic, metrical or free verse, short or long, from the perspective of an inanimate object. He asks us to let our imaginations run free and to emulate what Wallace Stevens has to say about images of metaphors.