I am working on a big big poem, or group of poems, about a relationship years and years in my past that I never did all that much with, except for 'Faith by Nights'
I suppose and 'Some Moments of Pleasure'
- so actually I did quite a lot with it really. But not in ways that satisfied me.
Only now, I seem to be going to each of many memories, and harvesting them in turn. And here are a couple of those -( Collapse )
I really don't quite know what has got into me.