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National Poetry Day: Shedworking poem

by LiveModern Webmaster last modified Oct 09, 2015 01:05 AM
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by (alex johnson) last modified Oct 08, 2015

Here is Where Earwigs Dare by the marvellous Matt Harvey , arguably still the finest poem ever written about shedworking: A silver trail across the monitor; Fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; The view obscured by rogue japonica. Released into the wild, where earwigs dare - You first went freelance - and then gently feral. You worked from home - and then wandered out again, Roughed it with spider, ant, shrew, blackbird, squirrel In your own realm, your micro-vatican. No name conveys exactly what it is - Chalet? Gazebo? You were not misled By studios, snugs, garden offices, Workshops or outhouses. A shed's a shed - And proud of it. You wouldn't want to hide it - Wifi-enable rain-proof wooden box. A box to sit in while you think outside it - Self-rattling cage, den, poop-deck, paradox, Hutch with home-rule, cramped cubicle of freedom, Laboratory, thought-palace, bodger's bower, Plot both to sow seeds and to go to seed in, Cobwebbed, Cuprinol-scented, Seat of Power. Matt's excellent collection The Hole in the Sum of my Parts is published by the Poetry Trust, nicely illustrated by David Hughes, and I would urge all readers to snap up a copy now. You can buy direct from Matt's site shop here . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thursday posts are sponsored by Cabin Master : garden offices and studios to fit any size garden. Top quality contemporary or traditional buildings.






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