I recorded another poetry reading earlier this week. This time of two golden shovel poems. The poems use lines from Sylvia Plath’s poems ‘On the plethora of Dryads’ and ‘Childless woman’.
I accidentally deleted the video I made last week, but this one did make it on to YouTube. Unfortunately I’m no longer able to embed videos straight into this blog, so I have posted a screenshot here as an image. If you click the image or the link below it, you can view the video on the YouTube website.
This new season holds promise when it comes to love a 10 billion pixel panorama is set before my eyes, my ears, before my skin and you. Budding green shoots, look at the way they are going. They can’t be stopped while overhead the clouds roam like giants, like ceiling ghosts. While under the earth a stirring. A bridge made of flimsy rotting wood, fat with decay yielding. And you think that you struck gold and so, here we are. All there is left is too watch.