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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 
Never heard of a flat pack poem before, but I certainly like yours and the form as such. Brilliant!
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Thank you Britta! It’s a new form to me too 😊. Take a look at Martha Kapos’s ‘Finding my bearings’, if you get a chance, for a wonderful example.
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“Cicadas maracas” — unforgettable imagery in a striking form. Beautifully wrought, Marion, and the yearning for summer continues.
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Thank you Dora 🙏. It is an interesting form to use. Yes, summer feels a long way off ❄️.
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Amazing, Marion! This is so well done, and I’ve never heard of this form before!
❤
David
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Thank you David 🙏. I was introduced to this form on my course. The idea being that the instructions are as complicated as instructions for flat pack furniture! What will someone think of next 😄.
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