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

Confetti

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

lip

 

We must throw

our petals from

here

wishing on a wind

to take them all the way to that

echoing abyss

 

The air is still

between us and

publication

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

showering

the

landscape

 

 

 

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

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