Mind a cauldron of chaos,doggerel has made me vomit,it’s bitter and thick on my tongue.Some words give me indigestion. But I love the fruity fragranceof words that saturate my brainlike a sunny day. I see them falling into aerobatics,like flocks of birds delighting in the sky,clapping their wings in applauseas they descend into stanzas,oscillating until […]
Tag: The Poet and her Pen
The Poet Gives Up
Vincent might have felt differently when he tried to paint a starless night in Saint-Remy: the poet detests the pungency of words stagnating in her mind like a humid day. She sees them fall, lumpen and heavy flocks of birds that scratch her with censorious claws as they ascend again into phonemes, oscillating with unsatisfactory […]
The Poet and her Pen
Her mind is a cauldron of chaos, her own doggerel has made her vomit, the bitter taste thick on her tongue – some words give her indigestion. Vincent must have felt the same painting a starry night in Saint-Remy. But she loves the fruity fragrance of words that fly in her mind like a sunny […]
writing in north norfolk 