POETRY IN MOTION / 1

I liked sharing the Carver the other week, and thought back on all the other poems I've shared here. 

Poems are my favourite. I have a picture of my bestie Kell and I on the tube in London when we were 18 or so. We are a bit drunk and I have a very ugly late-90s necklace on and I am also reading William Blake. This says a lot about my commitment to the craft.

About seven months ago, my dear friend Jilly was diagnosed with a brain tumour. She underwent extensive surgery and has been in treatment since. And she's doing well. She is, I think, the most magnificent woman I know. She is compassionate, intelligent, graceful, generous, full of joy and adventure and courage, and very damn cheeky at times. Everyone who knows her loves her. 

I was worried she wouldn't have it in her to read books while she was going through her treatment, so I put together a little booklet of poems for her. I printed it on nice paper and tied the spine with a ribbon to bind it. Poems I love, and poems I thought she'd love. And since they're all brilliant and I have them to hand, it seemed like a nice thing to share here over the next few weeks. 

I've started with a William Carlos Williams I have loved for years. It was the first one she read and she messaged me to say thanks and how lovely, because she'd been eating plums that week and they were so good. 

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

And which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
and so cold

- William Carlos Williams