Friday, 13 June 2008
Long Poem, Blue Bowl and Short Stories
Blue glass bowl on G&G's dining table - beyond are mountains, granite-faced and dusted with snow.
A very long poem by David Eggleton (one that was maybe especially commissioned?) has been plastered / incorporated on to the stone wall in Queenstown. I don't know how many people read all of the poem - it stretches a long way around the lake frontage.
I have read it all a couple of times and although I find it causes a bit of a crink in my neck, it's worth it for the strong images and clever language used to evoke the rugged history of the settlement of Queenstown.
Maybe it can inspire me to get on to writing the long poem quietly steaming at the back of my head.
On the way to work this morning I thought of a short story ... and then because it takes me 45 minutes to walk to work, there was plenty of time available for several more to leap to mind. (It is a good walk, except that I arrive to work at a childcare centre heated by a very efficient heat pump to 20 degrees, and so spend the next 45 minutes wiping the perspiration dripping from my face and neck and feeling totally discomfited.)
So ... with several stories in mind and one long poem (long enough to sculpt into the miles-long, pale cliffs of Te Waewae Bay? ... yeah - in my dreams!) this weekend will most likely turn out to be far too short.