Ok so I did another workshop with some folks this will be a monthly deal before Innverse at Sandbar 6-8pm last Monday of the month. Its another lie of a love poem, although I do come from a line of farmers miners and dry stone wallers apparently.
He came from a long line of steeplejacks
he was swift, his limbs and joints
moving like a locomotive
he scared me shinning up drainpipes
a lone overripe dented pear
reminded me of gravity
and I would shout up
it shouldn’t have happened
my people were of the earth
tilling it, digging deep under it
growing things and winding walls on it
we found it too hard to meet in the middle
it took years to find my way back
The words and phrases I was given were: the pear reminded me of gravity, it took years to find my way back to me, it shouldn’t have happened, shout, steeplejack and locomotive.