Today a dialogue poem – it could be between 2 real people or between personifications, for example, the soul and the body or the soul and the self – I am struggling today – this reminded me of one of my fave poems, which I now cannot get out of my head… it’s late, this scrawl will have to do…
What would you do, in my shoes, for a day?
Write and play and have my say.
What grows beneath your skin?
Why, the feathers I live in.
Can I have your greenblueblack shimmer?
You have it, greygreeen eyes aglimmer.
When can I see you stretch and fly?
All the time, in the corner of your eye.
Why did you stare at me from the drystone wall?
Can you teach me to dance?
[cocks head, black eye looks up]
What is your name, beautiful one?
[flaps wings, flies off]
This is my favourite dialogue poem EVER, in fact, one of my favourites full stop, in a kid’s book of poems I still have… read out to me in a spooky voice by my mum, so many years ago…
Overheard on a Saltmarsh – Harold Munro
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
Give them me. Give them me.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.
Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man’s fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Give me your beads, I want them.
I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.