Sunday, 30 May 2010

Fire and Ice

I spent this afternoon lounging on a bench on Southampton Common, notebook and pencil in hand, awaiting the sudden rush of inspiration that such a scene should offer. I had Shakespeare, Keats and Tennyson (to name but a few) playing through my iPod which filled me with the overwhelming need to pen something, anything!

In the absence of inspiration I decided to test my memory by writing poems from others, such as this piece from Robert Frost:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

And still my mind refused to create anything original.

Creative Constipation

Instead of awaiting the touch of my poetic muse to fill these pages, from now on I will attempt to use this blog as an outlet for my not-so-creative thoughts in the hope that something might come to fruition. Wish me luck.