Alongside Malene Engelund, he is releasing an anthology of the poets who have read at the events, which he aims to be released around June.
Last I heard, he was writing about Ronan Keating's playing away- hopefully in poem form ready for Wednesday. A non- Ronan related poem is featured on Todd Swift's blog here, and you can join the Days of Roses facebook group here.
Here is a poem by him.
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Petra to the Swan- Pedalo
In 2006 a swan named Petra fell in love with a swan- shaped pedalo at a zoo in Münster, Germany.
A sudden blow: neck glistering in the rain- diamond
- 100,000 fireflies - your silver pedals crack
the water's surface. The glide of you ruined
me, made me game, webbed in this single lake.
describing a perfect circle round your dazzle-
white haunches, plastering the cygnet- grey
air with ballads, crushing heather and basil
under my wing to scent flowering ice. Stay.
As our migrant kin ascend we'll sit and shiver,
forget magnetic fields, make Eden- on- water.
String me to your twine necklace,
. . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . . . . . your sleek
breast; marry me among weeds, mid- river.
I will bear your giant sons and daughters,
my Pole Star the gold of your indifferent beak.
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Last I heard, he was writing about Ronan Keating's playing away- hopefully in poem form ready for Wednesday. A non- Ronan related poem is featured on Todd Swift's blog here, and you can join the Days of Roses facebook group here.
Here is a poem by him.
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Petra to the Swan- Pedalo
In 2006 a swan named Petra fell in love with a swan- shaped pedalo at a zoo in Münster, Germany.
A sudden blow: neck glistering in the rain- diamond
- 100,000 fireflies - your silver pedals crack
the water's surface. The glide of you ruined
me, made me game, webbed in this single lake.
describing a perfect circle round your dazzle-
white haunches, plastering the cygnet- grey
air with ballads, crushing heather and basil
under my wing to scent flowering ice. Stay.
As our migrant kin ascend we'll sit and shiver,
forget magnetic fields, make Eden- on- water.
String me to your twine necklace,
. . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . . . . . your sleek
breast; marry me among weeds, mid- river.
I will bear your giant sons and daughters,
my Pole Star the gold of your indifferent beak.
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