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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,
It still been a bit slow poetry wise, I’ve been trying but I just can’t seem to finish any to my satisfaction.
I very much enjoyed
’s 4 week course. It was incredibly detailed had had loads of work gone into it. I have read and allowed to mull mainly though as my brain took its elf off on a holiday for a while. It didn’t ask permission which was rude. I did however manage a couple of half poems. The first was inspired by the photo of silver birches from Unsplash that Wendy used.Those knots just look like eyes. Guarding the forest. This is the work so far though it’s nowhere near finished. So much editing needed and I really don’t like the end, it needs more, though more of what I’m not sure.
Gathered
gathered, the
birch trees watch,
eye dotted trunks,
silver bark flaking,
eyelids fluttering,
watch and wait,
gathered in together
gathered, standing
mast straight and tall
amassed tight
forbidding passage
no paths wind here
they the chieftains
gathered in together
gathered, gathered.
So anyhoo, a near poem. That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx
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I love the repetition of "gathered," especially as the starting line. And am I imagining it, or does one of the birches have huge frowny face below several eyes? I felt judged 😢.