for Gift 7: Magnifying Glass — Edinburgh Central Library
Honing In
I am honing in on my poem
Should I rhyme it?
Should it be written in Scots or English?
In the kitchen, some fish has gone off
A crane fly is banging its legs off the wall
Like an insect giraffe
The air conditioning rattles in its cage
A rapper on speed
The air conditioning rattles in its cage
A rapper on speed
The washing tangles and whirls
A soapy octopus, with rainbow legs
All day I write this poem and I grow older
I do not watch the children play in the street
Little explosive Catherine wheels, whooping and wild
I do not watch the children play in the street
Little explosive Catherine wheels, whooping and wild
The triangular geometry of my bottom
Fills the computer seat
I am honing in on my poem
Who knows if anyone will read it?
© Sheena Blackhall 2012
© Sheena Blackhall 2012
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