TRADE CRAFT

This post's poem appeared when I was in a workshop. I can't remember what the brief was but it popped up practically complete. It is part memory and mostly imagination.

HIDE AND SEEK IN COTTERS WOOD

It got boring after a while

I had assumed I was good at finding

seeking out, tracking down,

but when I stopped in the woods

I had no idea where he was.

Then you came up shouting,

asking if I had found him

because, by God, you had not.

He emerged eventually,

smug in his trade craft.

The next time he took me with him

and I watched you look for us

in all the wrong places.

I like it because it is quite compact, economical. it tells its tale then leaves. If there is more to it, then the reader has to work it out herself.

Here's John Martyn with Bless The Weather.

Until next time.