I think of peaches
I think of peaches
Left too long, or pears
Gone thick and sleepy
Cotton wool, all density
And fuzziness, where
Once cool liquid shone
A cataract a milky caul
Has crept inside my head
And muddied clarity
But as with egg-box cress I grew
The small impatient me
I watch and listen now
And blessedly
A germ a seed of poetry
Will sprout and feel its tender way
Upwards to the sun
Spread and flourish, leaf and flower
A poem grown on cotton wool
That gropes for clarity
I think of peaches
Left too long, or pears
Gone thick and sleepy
Cotton wool, all density
And fuzziness, where
Once cool liquid shone
A cataract a milky caul
Has crept inside my head
And muddied clarity
But as with egg-box cress I grew
The small impatient me
I watch and listen now
And blessedly
A germ a seed of poetry
Will sprout and feel its tender way
Upwards to the sun
Spread and flourish, leaf and flower
A poem grown on cotton wool
That gropes for clarity
18th July 2010, Hounoux
Amazing Sally. Incredibly descriptive and lovely to read- made me feel very calm. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteListened to an interesting programme on creativity on radio 4, but your poem captures it brilliantly. Always love the way I can visualise feelings in your poems.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting what both Pam and Jude say about creativity and also what Pam says about the poem making her feel very calm. This poem came to me all of a rush, as some do, whilst I sat in bed this early morning and as I wrote it I too felt calmed at having described the process of patient waiting and watching - I read a poem today which talked of watching in the heart- and the satisfaction and calm it brings me to feel that poem coming and forming on the page.
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