I still intend to write as much poetry as I can but the novel must be my focus until July. I have scheduled in 500 words writing a day until then, when I calculate I will have a passable first draft.
So all good still writing, and actually a first line did come to me today while I was washing up. My usual means of achieving inspiration!
Here is it: the meaning is slightly cloaked but I wanted to try and capture that elusive thing that keeps us alive and in love when our relationships are not so good. I may come back and edit it a little after the school run. Until then enjoy its virgin state.
That thing you gave me yesterday – it
shines and sparkles still. Star-like in our
cloudy skies, an item in the night to
cling to when my love flies
away to exercise her wings.
I’ve placed it on a dusty shelf so I
can see it when we rage. And when we
say what we do not mean it glitters
enticingly and I know that the anger
will flitter away.
For that thing is wedded to my skin – it
holds what we’re about. And I know –
I know that even when not on shelf and
show, when my love is so far to not
be seen – it sparkles.