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Love the metre and the way you deliver it. The pause definitely enhances the pensive quality of it all. Had to re-listen because I could have sworn you said “chattering cold staccato” in the 3rd stanza before I read it properly.

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Oh I appreciate that. I put the audio on as I wanted to convey it as it came through to me, when I heard it in my head but then I wondered if it sounded a bit up its own arse and silly so removed it.

Then I over came my self consciousness and put it back on again 😂

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Thanks

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No worries. :)

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A bit of a dark one - morbid and abstract I know.

Maybe ‘dead queen fest’ sent me that way. Dunno.

Most poems for me, begin as strong images or feelings - often I see something pretty and it speaks to me. This was very different. It came to me strongly as a rhythm, a drone. I then had an image of yarn unwinding then a pause, then….again.

At first the words came from an introspective point of view but towards the end I started to become aware of the parallels with the national situation, the queen dying, the country (maybe) not learning from mistakes.

It’s often the way isn’t it?

That what is happening in the wider world happens in miniature within our own lives and hearts.

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