right so I should have done this post first really but I wasn’t sure whether this was worth sharing but I figure any poems that include armadillos should shared! This is an example of what I produce in my typical warm up which is freewriting for five to ten minutes using a kicker line from another source and five extra words plucked at random. I find aiming to fit in these five words pushes things along when I get stuck. In this case the five words were: sirens, upstairs, carnations, rummaging and armadillos. The line ”When I kiss you in all the folding places of your body” was taken from Jo Shapcott’s Muse, I will in a later edit most likely extract or contract this line, but this is a first draft and I will leave it in for now. This is much like the last fantasy and fantastical. Again comments and suggestions welcome.
When I kiss you in all the folding places of your body to wake you,
there was unrest in all your limbs, all motion
I felt we were at sea though I know you cannot row
I wake you with a stolen kiss from unconscious to conscious body
and your eyes open startled, you ask ”are we upstairs?”
reality is always a shock for you, whether it is ambulance sirens
or my lips when you are still unsure of this house and my identity
you tell me you dreamed of those magicians blooms: carnations
defiantly outmoded in the garden dug up by rummaging armadillos
I laugh and think of the joy of having someone to share these dream echoes
with on waking before the day closes in and brushes away such odd shadows.