Seventeen Seconds.

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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:

  1. Four sentence fragments
  2. One sentence that is a quote from somewhere
  3. One question
  4. Two sentence fragments
  5. One complete sentence
  6. Three sentence fragments

Coconut ice

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The sky is coconut ice.
A robin bursts with song,
Sharp and vortexed.
How does he not freeze?
Not tumble through the stiff bareness of the elder,
Fragile feathers catching at twiggy spurs –
A small ball of puffed air and folly,
While I mince on the shined sandstone
Sprinkling a safe salty path.