I have produced 5 poems so far in response to this wonderful internet page.
Here are 3 of my first drafts attempts - Three poems to build on for 2014
Inspection reveals more about yourself than the objects, they say.
The view from the window is advertised as restricted,
they all are.
The purpose of the room?
You can think deep about this but need not to, I assure you.
If facing a year in this room
you need to get out more, and worry less about the fixtures or fitting in.
The room ain’t going to move anywhere,
but you can, in so many ways.
those sheets need a clean.
A hotel room is not permanent,
it is you that chooses to make it so.
Def Meanwood = a common wood on the edge of settlement
Always there is
the single lone crow,
apart from the others,
across this other side of me,
looking around, seeming surprised of my company
cocking its head from side to side
pacing the grass, scanning the ground
and looking across towards the trees,
through towards the evergreens
just checking that all is in its place,
that all is clear
and then another drowning morsel to pull,
to ease with sharp icy beak from this soaking water-logged land.
fluttering the feathers,
you could never tell from that
that it was so cold,
so much a January day
so much of the sky supported by the Yew trees,
one hunkered down,
the height of a couple of men, broken.
Two others, lithe,
sucking the water clear from the sodden ground
leaving a rare dry area to walk across
to get back to the wall gate
from whence I came a walking.
Jonathan Eyre January 2014
by calling me in,
to say NO,
my mistress now is austerity,
You thought you were gaining more from me,