After an unexpectedly long absence, I am going to come back to blogging land. I am not sure whether I’m doing it correctly or not, but I have decided that that is not for me to decide.
Anyhow, as you may notice from my other posts, I’ve been writing a lot of poetry in the last few months, some of it even getting published, which is wonderful and a real boost for someone like me who doesn’t have a huge amount of faith that people will like their work.
The poems come and go every so often. Lately with working and being a dad, my mind hasn’t had much time for switching to poetry mode. I hope this changes. As much as yoga and healthy eating, I found poetry quite relaxing and helpful during the pregnancy and early months. (Others have different methods, see @TiredDaddy’s blog for entertaining stories of dad-hood) Now that the young lad is moving and we are both working, a moment to lie down and take a deep breath might result in a nap rather than any poetry (or exercise either)
That being said, I am managing to find a bit of time to partake in a FutureLearn MOOC called ‘Start Writing Fiction’. This has taken up my writing time over the last few weeks and is the reason for returning to the blog. I’m not planning to give up poetry, but from now on, expect to find more character sketches, short stories and rants from me (as myself)
In the meantime, here is a poem I wrote back in August, staring at the cloud-shadowed moon from an urban wasteland.
Searching for signals from deep in the sublime
The portal being opened from within our time
We direct our gaze at the outern edge
And to one another we make this solemn pledge
“That never more shall your ears fail to see,
That knowledge of wisdom found deep in the trees”
And entranced we march into the gaping jaws
Of night’s dark terror, which gives us no pause
The delight which drags us on to our doom,
Is unlike to be found in a twilit tomb
But the open air of the hilltop crest
Would lead us happily to our rest
And while our fellow actors lie in wait,
We stand alone upon the slate
Our roles to be played in the act of defence
The land we cherished has lost all its sense
Ourselves alone searching for a starry home
And a fitting end to a meaningless poem.