Over at the poetry email-list, Poneme, we have been playing with Question and Answer poems. Here's one from Kristin Hannaford, Heather Matthew and Tim Thorne: (Ahh, see below: this one is Kristin and Heather's whereas the next version was Tim 'cutting in' like at the old school dance ...)
Wintering
who came between?
in the end your offer was nothing, really
it was the idea of you I liked
are we repeating?
a sense that this gesture is always the same
look at our hands
if we wait here long enough it will happen again
how could they find it?
I didn’t understand it then either
do we doubt that which we see?
skin deep, a mirage
glass always a distortion
your voice accusing stop assuming
will there be a crisis?
only if we run out wine
if there is will I be safe?
you are laughing now
above the quiet drift of our lives
crystals are forming in the honey
when will the hours fade?
a turning in the outsideness of weather
vegetables thickening root
is this truly the time of yellow?
the wattle is flowering
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Andrew I just looked at your blog....
the one you have put up is Heather Matthew's question's Kristin Hannaford's answers But I am flattered you like it!
This one - see below - is Tim Thorne's answers and Heather Matthew's questions. Two different poems...... same questions Ahhhh. I hear the penny dropping on the tiles...... Cheers Kristin
who came between?
deep green shades of the other people.
are we repeating?
only the unimportant things.
how could they find it?
in a dry place - sand, hand or heart.
do we doubt that which we see?
no, but we used to.
will there be a crisis?
a crisis of plums at their height.
if there is will I be safe?
with fruit you will always be safe.
when will the hours fade?
in the imperceptible gap before the skin bends.
is this truly the time of yellow?
yes, but keep it a secret.
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