Days are divided into shallow gasps of quick time
by bells appointing high sided nests of focus
but I climb determinedly into tree time,
measuring my term in million year
Majestic and inspiring trio of Redwoods as seen from the studio's northeast facing windows
In classrooms I tell the story of a rare visit
from an elusively generous muse;
how she punctuates the equilibrium of
my persistent plodding productivity
with the mysterious appearance of a poem
that enables flight, indeed, requires it.
Mysterious, aquarium like view from the studio's western window
I offer out a rainbow of papers
and share the magic of folding
never tiring of the irresistible transformation
from plain sheet to turning pages;
we harness that pleasure into poetry and
race to fill their books before the bell.
Deep Time Writer's Residency tunnel book, detail
it’s all the sweet raucous intensity
of a dawn chorus in spring:
girls creating wild beauty, breaking
all the book making rules to
evolve new structures that
give me fresh courage to adapt myself.
In this dim green-windowed cave
under the science block
I study deep time,
grasping at immensity,
Outside the school blossoms
with little coloured books;
we are swept by a virus of paper folding,
and poetry fading under our footsteps.
Deep Time Writer's Residency, unique book commissioned by HGHS
2 comments:
Wonderful evocative poem, very clever tunnel. The school has been really fortunate to have you there as Resident Writer, with all your added talents. And Meliors, thank you for your comforting words on my blog, I really appreciate that.
what a lovely lovely book, it really is , and truely is a collective artistic piece, i think its great- i havent read the poem yet
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