How To Write A Poem

 

Don’t teach,
just marvel.
Thread your words 
loosely on 
strings of silence.
Never murmur
to the edge of the page.
When you rest 
in this breath,
nothing is ordinary.
A fat summer fly
still humming
at your window pane.
An old man in a white room
still hoping 
for a visit from 
his daughter.
A rose-breasted
nuthatch
cocking her head,
walking round and round
the empty bird bath.
Don’t teach,
just marvel.
Fill the stone circle
with tears.

Photo: Grange Co-op