I was reminded recently of acrostic poems. I had flashbacks to a classroom in my village primary school writing poems about autumn on orange paper. It filled me with a kind of dread. But it’s a useful tool for playing with words.
I was watching A Poet’s Guide to Britain about Sylvia Plath. And then there was a clip with her mother, who’s name was Aurelia. It seemed like a very pleasing combination of letters so I wrote it down the left hand side of the paper and then added some words. My aim was to keep hold of this moment of inspiration and so I scribbled very quickly without too much thought so the results are rather rough. Unfortunately in my haste, I did mis-spell her name… But the point for me isn’t the word down the side, it’s the letters which give you a starting point. That, and the fact I actually paused iplayer and got off the sofa to do something creative.
A Tree in Spring Time
Apple white blossom
Under intoxicating life
Radiates inspiration.
Experience this
Intensity and
Let your heart beat
A little faster.
