I between sentences breathe

Spaces into space

That between words are

Slowly anatomised

First just moisture, then dust speck, then

Like cardigan fluff, silk scarf or clear button

Vigorous notions, unfinished sentences,

Held formaldehyde around me

Until such time as

Giddy and curious they

spill themselves around you.


Life of the shapes

You leave when you slip out of your shoes,

Or pick up the newspaper.

A poem inspired in part by  Phillip Pullmans idea of ‘dust’ and his creation story in His Dark Materials. But rather than a ‘this is how life began’ creation story, it’s about how unspoken ideas are formed and brought to life between people. I think. or something along those lines!