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Minus two degrees.
Gardens stiff with winter.
Lakes green and glassed.
Life wrapped, locked, gripped.
*There’s a certain slant of light …
that oppresses.
Where can I seek solace?
Cicada maracas.
An unravelled bolt of blue silk.
The thermostat clicks beneath my desk.
Press the arrow.
Limestone beats with heat.
Seventeen summer seconds more.
*From Emily Dickinson’s ‘There’s a certain slant of light’
This is based on a ‘flat pack poem’, which consists of:
- Four sentence fragments
- One sentence that is a quote from somewhere
- One question
- Two sentence fragments
- One complete sentence
- Three sentence fragments
Writing Whatnots 