The last time I wrote a poem was when I was 19 and in university, doing a BA in English literature. I hadn’t returned to it much in an academic way until just two days ago while helping my daughter with poetry annotation for her IB course. It struck me how much I had enjoyed every aspect of literature and how much I had missed it all these years. So this is a verse that came to me spontaneously – the first that I have written in almost 30 years…just for fun.
“Today I return to my first love
Art for art’s sake, words for words’ sake.
The sound of words, clipped, flowing, leaping, swish-swashing
Onomatopoeia. Paints thought-coloured landscapes in my head.
What a luxury to have studied poetry in
Times of youth when all the world was far away yet
was the oyster, beckoning, inviting, plump with promise,
yet to be opened
Pried open by a gilded spoon.”