Weaving Love (Week 11)

Catalogued in shadows

A few miles beyond the city

Fields build up quickly

Falling away from

Sunlit motorways,

Taunting the minor roads

With pulsating silent threats,

Then the road-works

Arcing across deserted farmyards

Charging the wind

Across unreachable vows

Weaving a wordless love

Across the haystack

Only just touching from the distance.  


(Week 11 was about touch. This is only just about on the subject must admit but means a lot to me)

Everything has Changed (Week 9)

All it took was a bouquet

trampled into the ground

on a half broken memory stick

told in a dripping synthesis

pulled backwards across

half asleep tidal waves

laughing like whistle-blowers

shortening words

to express their emotions

held together

staggered across a line

of mis-represented devaluations

across fenced out trees

full well knowing

everything has changed.


(Week 9 asked 'Can you write a story of change, as in Sunder? How did you feel at the beginning and what changes occurred? Don’t necessarily create a poem at this stage: ’free write.’ What amazing sounds can you pack in? What tone are you aiming for? Play with the syntax, break out of making perfect sense, go wild, be very naughty!'. I got kinda stuck on this one but hope I got it right)