Sorry folks, there’s been too much going on in my life this week to write on-prompt,
but here’s a little ode that I wrote as an exercise during Katherine Gallagher’s workshop this week.
In praise of paper
A stationer’s shop brings goose bumps
of desire, concupiscence, greed for the stuff.
I browse, I consider,
purse slim, not enough
for that gorgeous glossy photopaper
or those sheets of A1 Bockingford
gasping for watercolour scenes
to fill the bumpy pores.
No, paper’s a necessity –
calendered ninety gram A4 –
the sight of it always prompts me to write more.
To be filled with words its destiny,
what use is it plain?
It’s for poems,
purple prose and pulp fiction.
My fingers are itching to write them again.