I’m trying to think of Helpful and Cogent to say about prose writing. Meanwhile here is some 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
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
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.
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!