First draft of the first poem I've written in what feels like forever:


Bramble Street

They ripen to mosaics,

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Really missing keeping up with my blog and with all you bloggers out there, it's very awkward for me to sit the 'computer room' (i.e the hall cupboard!)at the moment - to write at the computer requires sitting at a funny angle which makes my ankles swell up like balloons!
However soon it will all be over and then the question will be: 'will I be able to fit and feed a baby in here and type at the same time' - ooh to own a laptop!

Anyway, just realised that the lovely Titus tagged me ages ago to: "Collect the book that you have most handy, turn to page 161, find the 5th complete sentence, and cite the sentence on your blog."

So here it is:

"The Palace's little windows glow,
remote in the stillness."
'
From Anna Akhmatova's poem 'Verses About Petersburg' which is in the fantastically wonderful Complete poems of Anna Akhmatova translated by Judith Hemschemeyer - one of my desert island books.

Just in case I was supposed to pick a prose book:

"One of her most instinctive compulsions was to make patterns - vivid, bold, symmetrical patterns."

Ted Hughes' essay 'Sylvia Plath: Ariel' in his book Winter Pollen: Occasional Prose, the nearest prose book to hand.

Works out nicely - two main poetry obsessions of mine, Plath and Akhmatova!