Today, I’m going to do something I haven’t done before. I’ve taken inspiration for my original, five-line poems from many things that occur during my day, including photos I take of nature. In the course of the new book I’m reading, I came across what seemed like a snippet of a larger piece, and in fact, it is. Here is the snippet:
That is from Victorian poet Gerard Manley Hopkins’ 1985 collection, Poems and Prose, and the poem, “No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief.” I encourage you to read the poem in full, but I’m inspired by the snippet to spin out my own original, five line poem based upon it.
as i tumbled down the mountain, it echoed of her;
hollowed out by her leaving, like ringing church bells
to a god whose only command was more grief unspooling
at the altar, reminiscent of a wedding dress not to be
where i rest in its wake in a hovel of my own making.