I have been working on this — 11 months ago
and thinking a lot about poetry. I have tried to use words other than my own idiolect by using the fridge magnets. This was an interesting exercise. I have written a sonnet, all but the last two lines, which are very weak so far.
I have written quite a long poem called The man who started fires is frozen now, which rhymes and scans and was hard to do. I can spend all morning with a couple of verses and hardly notice the time. Ideally, it all just comes, the inspiration and the words all in one go.
