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Spoon

Here’s a ‘concrete poem’ I wrote. Concrete, pattern, or shape poetry is … “poetry in which the typographical arrangement of words is as important in conveying the intended effect as the conventional elements of the poem, such as meaning of words, rhythm, rhyme, and so on. Judge for yourself if I managed it!

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Wikipedia describes concrete, pattern, or shape poetry as … “poetry in which the typographical arrangement of words is as important in conveying the intended effect as the conventional elements of the poem, such as meaning of words, rhythm, rhyme, and so on.  It is sometimes referred to as visual poetry, a term that has come to have distinct meaning of its own, but which shares the distinction of being poetry in which the visual elements are as important as the text.”

Spoon

When I dig down

deep, deep into the honey

pot with my familiar silver spoon this

golden apian life sucks me under, and I am gilded

once more, in an amber arc, above perfect, pale

waxen cells, mid shafts of mhyrric light, my wings swing

back and forth in a mesmerising slow beat ,while below

beneath the curve of my bronzy back, a queen passes

the hours in high regal splendour as I fan her gently

in the treacly summer heat, and tempt her with

royal  jelly, thick as molasses, cool dew

to drink mined at dawn from a million

vivid blooms, until she swells

swarming with massive

fecund strength

and beats

down walls

to join me

high on

pulsing

waggle

dancing

air

By adewils

In 2008 I attended a couple of creative writing courses. Then I joined a writing group and wrote some more. Eventually I ended up with a lot of pieces of work scattered around in books and folders, as well as floating around the Internet. I bought a domain name and decided a blog would be a nice place to put my writing. This is my creative outlet and I hope you find something here you like.

One reply on “Spoon”

I really like this Adrian – wonderfully evocative and I love the layers that we sink into with this poem, caught in the delicious minutae of the hive and everything that it is and means but even more beautiful (and I keep bees!)
thanks for the comment on my Rock Pool, and I want to peruse your writing with the leisure it deserves which ought not to be while I’m getting ready for work so “I’ll be back!”…
jab : )

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