Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Trisha Pender: Dove Cottage


Wm turned in the night again
digging his heels into my hasty pudding.
(Dove Cottage Maxim 13:
You can never have too much oatmeal.)
Our first weeks here we made maxims – late into the night.
I use “we” loosely, of course,
Although I did proffer some choice morsels
Dove Cottage Maxim 14 [rejected]:
You can never have too much laudanum.
Wm’s recall of M Wollstonecraft selective, as usual.
Dove Cottage Maxim 7:
Never confuse theory and practice.
DCM 8:
Never confuse poetry with reality.
Earlier in the evening we had braved a brisk wind
To go lie in a ditch covered with twigs.
I thought it was pretty lame at first
But after the first couple of hours I got into the swing of it.
There are many ways to induce hallucinations
But lying in a ditch covered in twigs was a new one for me.
I’m still pissed, though, that we never get to play the games
I want to play.


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2 Responses to “Trisha Pender: Dove Cottage”

  1. Karen de Montfort Says:

    Now I want to hear the games you wanted to play

  2. Paul Squires Says:

    A kind of self-portrait poem using a distinctive tone or voice to reveal the poet/narrator through their interaction with their environment. The open ending, a kind of implied question, as Karen has pointed out, allows the poem to linger, the effect continues in the mind after the poem has been read. A very cool self-portrait with almost-manifesto poem.