I am working on a big big poem, or group of poems, about a relationship years and years in my past that I never did all that much with, except for
'Faith by Nights' I suppose and
'Some Moments of Pleasure' - so actually I did quite a lot with it really. But not in ways that satisfied me.
Only now, I seem to be going to each of many memories, and harvesting them in turn. And here are a couple of those -
( angst a go go )I really don't quite know what has got into me.