I found a sweet project on twitter today set up by Art_Accross_The_City/@Lowcs_Art. A megapoem to celebrate the Dylan Thomas centenary. Anyone can post a ditty. There are currently six pages of writing, and contributions are limited to 140 characters. I didn't create an account before I uploaded my rhyme, so I am not credited, but I like the anonymous angle. This is what I came up with over my boiled eggs this morning:
A teeter in the terrace
and a dream out of kilter,
we lift steel from the furnace.
I think I will have a bash at a few more lines after demolishing the roast beef I have just banged in the oven.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Saturday, 1 March 2014
A poem I performed at a Literature Wales event today in Neath. Happy St Davids day.
Naked feet shooting pains of devout guilt
we grind the sacrosanct barnacle furze
only in places. Bearing no burrs,
over a fathom deep, more beautiful gilt,
damson dark, we mash. Pale bodies so spilt
we see moonlight shot the interiors;
clamps, grow on grow kept them from predators.
We strip timid so many ways to tilt.
Bewildering seizures of thrill wake us,
cut scalpel clean,
painless from everything,
I rise to what a full moon uncovers,
rip from the water-line