...Happy National Poetry Day from the UK!
To celebrate, here’s a draft sonnet on the theme of identity written inside 30 minutes. I still haven’t managed a 15-minute one:
Not who you are but what you give away.
The fingerprints, the ruminations deep
in the brain, boots that shield your feet of clay –
each cover your identity. I peep
into your image: a unique splash
shaping the world’s tall cliffs; or thinking small,
at least a hieroglyph or fake moustache,
some chalk to scratch the surface of a wall.
Images can always be replaced
by other images. And when the purist
in you recoils, the sophist can be traced
in layers through your skin. I’ll play the tourist,
you the treasure map. The X I’ll trust
until it disappoints my wanderlust.