I’ve started writing poetry quite a lot recently. I’ve tried to work on my other writing projects but it keeps coming out in rhyme. Some friends came to Morocco for a visit and it turned out they all write too. We shared a little, I enjoyed letting other people hear things I’d only really written for myself. Often I feel like the poems just form themselves in my head when I’m out for a walk or driving to work. I’m not even going to pretend that I think that it’s ‘me’ writing this stuff, all I have to do is tinker with the words until it seems to flow.
I’m not trying to say anything through this work, there is no agenda, just musings on life. I don’t write for catharsis usually, just to express a concept or experience as inspiration strikes me in the best way I can.
Poetry inspires me, Rumi particularly. It has a certain way of lodging in my brain that other art forms don’t so much. I could spend hours listening to ‘Poetry Please’ on BBC radio 4.
So anyway – here begins the poetry project, where I choose a picture to make the words look pretty. here’re three to start with, about nature and stuff.