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Re: Bed 'n' Brealfast

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Helen Clare <[log in to unmask]>

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The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>

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Wed, 10 Dec 2003 16:24:23 -0000

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Hi Gary

This probably does me little credit but the reference to Laura Ashley really
puts me off. Everything else is so wholesome and tasty and nice, and the
Laura Ashley is wholesome and kind of naff. It's like having a seducation
scene in winceyette. I guess brands conjure up different things to different
people which is both the usefulness and the difficulty putting them in
poems.

Like the inside/outside thing with this poem and the outside's gradual
penetration of the inside world.

"The room's occupants" has a strange clinical quality to it, which I'm not
keen on.

Should "forgot" be "forgotten" or is this another UK/US variation?

H


----- Original Message -----
From: Gary Blankenship <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, December 10, 2003 3:17 PM
Subject: Bed 'n' Brealfast


Bed 'n' Brealfast

Laura Ashley sheets, irises and lilies
on a field of green so pale it seems white,
percale cloth soiled with raisin toast,
strawberry jam and safflower oil spread.

A pile of plates smudged with dried yolk,
bacon grease and concord grape seeds
shoved to one side, one quick roll
from the floor and  broken crockery.

Outside, winter wrecks premature havoc,
thirty inches of snow in twenty four hours
and wind chill levels so low they cut
through wolverine fur as if through butter.

Inside, the lights flicker as power is lost.
The room's occupants do not notice,
interested only their games and confident
they generate sufficient light and warmth.

Outside, a gust rips the top from an old oak;
games forgot, spring lost as wet snow drifts down
like croutons bleached by autumn's final sun.

Writer's Hood, the best poetry on the web,  at http://www.writershood.com/
Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!

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