In his house on stilts high among beaks
And palavers of birds
This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave
He celebrates and spurns
Dylan Thomas, Poem on his birthday
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In his house on stilts high among beaks
And palavers of birds
This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave
He celebrates and spurns
Dylan Thomas, Poem on his birthday
Read posts, celebrate and spurn here…
Hey, that was fun. And the poems Helen & I wrote were really good ones – not just writing exercises. Bust the dam holding in my muse this year and more, too, thank you.
Can I join / start another chain, please?
Hi Charles. So glad you enjoyed it. Do you have a partner in mind?
A partner in mind, eh?
Difficult, as I don’t know any poets I don’t know – or is that not a requirement any more? Who have you got?
It is still a requirement – I will keep you in mind when more partners come up.
I wondered if the process made you write differently. Did they feel like poems you’d only write in response?
Having an initial poem of Helen’s to respond to gave me a kind of responsibility: I think part of the reason I had dried up until this project was the lack of an occasion to write. Left to my own devices I wallow and, recognizing that, usually give up.
Thanks to this post I do not seem like an idiot. I had an argument with my wife and this proves I was right. Thanks!