A meditation on the very long apprenticeship that is writing. This poem, ‘Confetti,’ was first published in Poetrix Issue 39 in 2012.


Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a petal into the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.                                                               Don Marquis

But we are standing

several metres back

from the canyon’s



We must throw

our petals from


wishing on a wind

to take them all the way to that

echoing abyss


The air is still

between us and


Not a sigh

as we submit

to what must


Yet isn’t it a lovely sight:

All those petals cast up

A confetti of colour







This is exactly what sitting around writing poetry looks like: ‘The Roses of Heliogabalus’ (1888) by Lawrence Alma Tadema.


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