Nothng wrong with the poem Christina, its just a state of mind. Take the
holiday anyway.
bw
James
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Sub: Still Life (first draft)
>Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 15:38:00 EDT
>
>Oh, gloomy, gloomy. This is very rough. What I really wonder is whether
>it
>wouldn't be better to take a holiday and cheer up (seriously). A hearty
>thumbs down would perk me up no end.
>bw
>christina
>
>
>
> Still Life
>
> Nothing dead is black or static: it shifts,
> reshapes in shadow. I try to catch it:
> chalk my footprints, eye closed, clamped arm
> to measure, thorn to thorn, gauge the slant
> of stem by plumbline. I stand extended
> by a dumb stick of charcol, making marks
> on once white paper, face smudged,
> flinching-waiter dirt under my nails, knowing
> I see buggerall. It would be wise
> to dye this sheet the shade of my black
> academic gown. 'Dead flower. Night'.
> Who wouldn't argue the farce?
> But when I close my eyes I wonder:
> what colour behind my eyelids?
>
bw
James
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