3.8.07

Poem 2 - I leave this at your ear for when you wake...



I leave this at your ear for when you wake,
a seashell that sings a song as you thrash
about in your sleep – the same dream
I’ve had grasp me in our bed, when
the sun pours through the curtains
and you see them all: the world
of men-as-mass; the legions
of the undead, combing
the earth about their
usual business, whatever
it was, and you feeling like
that kid from The Sixth Sense,
and realising in the same way that
for months I’ve been dead, a ghost about
this world so wrapped up in myself I’ve lost
my head, and then birdsong, or an alarm clock
that rings as if from the heavens, and intercepts it.

3 comments:

Cailleach said...

An hourglass shape to mark time's passing? I like this too.

Rob said...

Yes, I like this one. I wonder how many people will go for a seashell with this line? But on the other hand, you'll have done it better than most.

I liked a lot of the first poem too. Strangely, I was reading it in my head in a Northern English accent! It must be the cadence of the lines or something. I don't know if it works as a whole yet - not sure.

Ben Wilkinson said...

Glad to hear you both enjoyed it, Barbara and Rob.

I agree that a seashell may be a popular object of choice for poems based on this line, and that my forest poem lacks consistency as a whole. I think it perhaps takes a turn in the third stanza that isn't wholly successful... that's the pleasure of redrafting later on. I'm certainly enjoying the exercise, at any rate, and the inspiration that the Graham lines offer!