Sonnet In Fourteen Statements
first it was day then night or the other way around
the arrangement of spaces between steps in the stairs
it was the hour when myth fell into desuetude
the angles at which rooms form
like an umbilical tea bag
lumbago is not a vegetable
not the flavour so much as the odour of romance
the sheet of paper crumpled into a ball
writing congeals
an intention had been misplaced
its feathers ruffled the pigeon left
he posits the position of the preposition
the sentence rose up and bit him on the nose
if there is an equivalent then this is it
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Today, boys and girls, we’re going to look at ‘Song of the Chinchilla’ by Lisa Jarnot*. I liked the poem immediately – and I’ve given it to ...
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