Wednesday, 5 July 2017
Today we looked at poetry created in a shape that reflects what the poem is about - or vice versa. Here's a couple of examples, two in shapes and one that unraveled along the way.
inside the triangle
of life, to make light
in the darkness, to make
sense of the unknown future
Words float from
my lips. Patterns of
sound bounce, jump
jangle, jiggle. It's a
bit of a giggle.
Fun in a box.
Fobbed off on kids.
Left in a toy cupboard with
broken strings. Or crafted and
cared for and played with a
passion accompanied by a
go-go dancer in drag. Make
it what you will. Give it
love and it will
- Paul Smith
My mother told me I was born with wings,
tucked neatly behind my back.
To this day the most beautiful words she ever spoke to me.
She told me I was an angel,
yet my wings had to be clipped away to enter into this world.
My upbringing, each day I would shed some of my feathers.
With each adverse experience I became more damaged - more ragged.
The other day, gazing up at the sky,
I locked my eyes on a few soaring birds,
I want to tell them how beautiful they are when they spread their wings.
I want to tell myself that it is time to spread my wings too.
- Eleanor Harrison
"No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings"
- William Blake
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