first spurt

where’s food for thought
bread has staled with festive glut
am slothful now and abstinent

unease grows amongst the quiet
only an urge to knuckle dust
the Muse and stir and turn about

tutting with that impatient
timpani of first finger and fist
stuck for words in a doldrum drift

of sea or snow, suspended in frost
where the curt letter-pressed prompt
cannot extricate the animate

even picking over an abstract
still blank imaginings abort
lithe lexiconic movement

oh! dry gerontic thought *
the medium’s unseasonably wet
this the first spurt
© Laura Granby 2015

*reference to Eliot’s lines ‘Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.’ [Gerontion]

Utilising the alliterative brevity of ‘t’ sounds to demonstrate the poet’s tussle in this first versifying attempt of 2016 and so enter into the resourceful riches of Poetry Pantry


32 thoughts on “first spurt

  1. For your first tussle this is very creative Laura…love the t-sounds, and the opening lines create a vivid picture of that slothful sense I get when my brain won’t engage…also loved:

    ‘unease grows amongst the quiet
    only an urge to knuckle dust
    the Muse and stir and turn about’

    It does create frustration for me when I cannot get the words to make music on the page. I have found I am now creating in batches when the spirit is willing and the brain is firing.

    1. Interesting way of writing Donna – like baking cakes – long may the thoughts rise!

    1. Thought she needed a wake up call – in the end she surrendered some words – thank you Jae

  2. This poem definitely flowed trippingly (t-t-t-t) on my tongue. Indeed bread can stale ‘with festive glut.’ If you are speaking about being ‘stuck for words’ in the new year, I definitely can identify! Enjoyed the ‘spurt.’

    1. Stuck indeed Mary till the tongue tutted – so frustrating but the spurt was better than the drought

    1. Yes Björn was pleased to read your winter piece & shared sense of difficulty – love the image of obese muse – is she fit enough to run I wonder!

    1. Not a deliberate ploy Sherry at first – the curt word flow began & then I focused on how this letter speaks in terse staccato to fit my mood

    1. Ha ha – thought about dusting her off but the knuckle duster was more how I felt!

  3. You definitely knuckle dusted the muse in this! The t sounds are wonderful to read aloud…like a drum rhythm moving the poem along. I didn’t take a break during the holidays but can definitely identify when the muse remains silent and distant. I think you are on a definite rule started by the spurt.

    1. bit of panic sets in doesn’t it in the distance that grows with the breaks – I liked your drum beat reference – maybe it’s the ominous sound of time lost

        1. There speaks the optimist – maybe I too often cloak the Muse – thank you for reminding me of the lightness of being too

    1. Re-read Gerontion after the poem was almost complete but would not surprise me if Prufrock snuck in – love Eliot and Dylan Thomas’ rhythmic narrative

  4. I like the way your images and headlines flow so smoothly into your verse. It’s a uniform, evocative package. I can imagine you tapping your finger and fist as you contemplate the verse.

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