I’m trying to think of Helpful and Cogent to say about prose writing. Meanwhile here is some light music…
Light Music
(for that unspellable volcano which spread ash all over Europe a few years ago)
And it brought back to me my childhood
every second thought
killed
by a scream of metal
straining to get into heaven.
The sky is innocent; washed:
only the ash rains down
(as cars are witness)
now taxis ferry, buses come
government inhales:
normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.
Meanwhile here is some light music.
That is a poem I wrote in 2010 for that unpronounceable and unspellable volcano which erupted in Iceland and disrupted flights all over Europe.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_eruptions_of_Eyjafjallaj%C3%B6kull
And it’s appropriate that I should remember it today because today! Today is Pinggkk! poetry day and the theme is ‘In Translation’. Which means that I shall be doing my series of limericks about not speaking Scandinavian languages. And not only that, Mark will be making his debut with a poem he has written himself and translated into English (from Mark-ese, naturally).
You have no idea how big a deal that is…
See you there!
Kirk out
