As you know, I’m still catching up with the napowrimo challenge that I’ve been so tardy with over the past couple of weeks; there’s probably not the remotest chance of catching up completely, but an attempt will be made!
Our challenge from napowrimo 25 April, was to write a cento [from the latin word for patchwork], a poem made up entirely of lines from other poems. It’s odd, very odd to be snipping words out of the works of others … here’s what I’ve come up with in very little time – wonder if you can identify the poet before peeking at the source at the base of the page 🙂
But look, the dawn in russet mantle clad
Yawns. And not much happens with
Darkness outside. Inside, a radio’s prayer;
The shadows mediated by the slats of the venetian blind.
If you still are mending in the failing light
His light he says is being blocked. It’s dark
The sky, night-streaked and opaque,
Moonbeams sadly, will not survive in a jar
Like faded paper flowers.
The church doors close and open underground
Would crush a thousand flowers.
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Polly Robinson © 2012
With thanks to the sources, in order of appearance: William Shakespeare, Alexander Hutchinson, Carol Ann Duffy, John Stammers, Sarah Maguire, Jamie McKendrick, Anne Rouse, Roger McGough, Seamus Heaney, Robin Robertson, Kathleen Jamie, Sylvia Plath