We wrote our poem based on words which happened to arise from discussion, but which, of course, we made our own in our poetry. It was very natural and organic, quick and free as a moment of writing, after a sleepless night (the unusually hot weather we’re having in England, where we’re more used to summers that aren’t summers.)
marry, to celebrate joining up,
once, twice, again
pillow, kiwi bird, kiwi fruit,
in which case, vegetarian
in New Zealand.
Air traffic, the thing with birds is –
The accidental pottery owls I’d collect,
proud amateur potter.
Interrail, because Interrail.
Draw a way out, far out…
Man, if you’re the paper not the pencil,