The Poetic Line and Winter Spell
*Now with corrected formatting unlike the email* On being taught by Jane Clarke and looking at the line in my writing.
I’ve just finished a workshop by Jane Clarke for The Poetry Business called Revisiting the Line. It was incredibly provoking. Jane gave me a vocabulary and a map for finding my way. I feel a little closer to understanding what I am trying to say and to illustrate in my own work and to reading and understanding other peoples.
When I asked Jane about using punctuation in my work she encouraged me to continue doing so (the use of colons, hyphens in particular was what we were discussing) but said I was right to ask the question of myself, saying “that is the attention the poet is required to bring” - I loved this.
I revisited Winter Spell as part of the workshop. Here is the pre-workshop version and then the first verse again as it was re-worked in the workshop. If I don’t post before I get round to re-working the whole poem I won’t post at all so forgive the moving feast. As ever, I’d love to know what you think.
Winter Spell We see prints, I wrap my scarf around him. Flakes blow inside our hoods, his eyelashes freckled Drawing on fresh fallen sheets: Large circles. He steps inside, casting spells. This is my lucky break: I am not hunched over in the snow, eyes asking, worn hand outstretched. Give up time. When I walk with him. This is the gift I can give him: To be considered. I will allow for any whim. Surely creating space, for calm, for memories and the ability to wonder.
The First Verse post-workshop
We See Prints. I wrap my scarf around him. Flakes blow inside our hoods, his eyelashes freckled
(I’m not bound to the new version but I think it does draw attention to the smallness of who I’m writing about and perhaps has more physicality)