My sister has given me her old diary – which is a Faber and Faber Poetry diary for 2015 –
I am stuck stuck at the airport far too early because I miss read my flight departure … so I am passing time making blackout poems – in the past I have been decorating them with my tight mandalas , but after this last week I wanted to scribble and make a mess again .
The poems are grouped in seasons so by starting in January there is lots of dark nights, lights, moons and snow to play with. The restaurant upstairs is playing endless Christmas music.
Simon Armitage
Poetry
This ancient clock
Thus the quarter struck
It’s empty in here
Chimes sing out
Matthew Francis
Street lamps
There was more night
Waiting for us
Understand its spaces
Veiled sisters
With meaning
Sentences left for the lights
Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art
Sullen art
Still night
The moon rages
Lovers lie abed
Their most secret heart
These spendthrift pages
With their nightingales
Their arms
Craft or art
With this one I liked my brother in laws random comments at the top of the page. The comparison with grey, snow and carpet with Africa is powerful – and I love the repetition
Mark Ford
After Africa
Surbiton
Weeping
Snow falling
Soft bougainvillea flowers
Everyone was pale ,pale or grey , as pale grey
Everyone was pale ,pale or grey , as pale grey
Faded carpet
Traffic roared outside
A faded carpet
Surbiton
Plains
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Wow, this looks like fun! Seems like it would be interesting to have her diary,lol! Beautifully done and so interesting Tess! Thank you for sharing 🙂