Sunday 3 December 2023

Poetic Debut


There’s a kind of poetry that’s making

its debut these days. One that doesn’t necessarily

hold figurative language or extended metaphors

in its repertoire, that leaves words like

translucence out of it, that eschews stanzas

and the old poetic double act, 

alliteration and onomatopoeia,

and it’s title will be universal enough-

like Seeing my dead mother in Tescos

or The boy who nearly won the  Texaco Art competition.

Needless to say rhyme will probably not perform either

though it may sneak its way into the show by means

of, dare I say, backstage manoeuvres like internal resonance,

and hopefully there will be an overall theme which 

though it ambles from line to line

will culminate in a climax and evoke  

just one ah moment of epiphany

before resolving into a neat

or not so neat denouement

which you, and perhaps even the poet,

may not have foreseen…


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