The solitary universe of a poet
can be blinkered by introspection.
We follow a narrow route
from desk – to fridge – to bath-
room; it’s the poet’s fertile
imagination that wanders a path
between bluebells and wood
anemones. In our current
we gather in a virtual world
to share maps of secret places
found in our peripheral vision.
Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2020
Björn is our host for this Tuesday’s Poetics and we are writing about solitude.