Poem at my Kitchen Table

This is another poem from ‘Sky Trees’. The rush to squeeze in writing and blog today made me think it a good choice.

Poem at my Kitchen Table

In the corners of the day before work starts 
and the mortgage interest is paid;
then later, after I come home 
to the margins of the room,
I think on a snatch of conversation 
magpie-stolen.
Brushstroke words to trace the diesel songs 
of pillar-red buses, blackbird leap 
between still day and shuttered night.
I am not an everyday poet, kitchen table poet I am.

Shereen Abdallah ©

I changed the form of the poem, and it's funny how differently it reads. 
I think that may be a useful habit to bring into my drafting and redrafting.

This is the poem in it's original form.

Poem at my Kitchen Table

In the corners of the day before work starts 
and the mortgage interest is paid;

then later, after I come home to the margins of the room,
I think on a snatch of conversation magpie-stolen.

Brushstroke words to trace the diesel songs of pillar-red buses, 
blackbird leap between still day and shuttered night.
 
I am not an everyday poet, kitchen table poet I am.

Shereen Abdallah ©

How was your writing/creativity today?