Partly I just like the feel of it,
It makes me a man,
Little else does that.
I like its shape, its strength,
What it says to people,
And I am scrawny and ugly,
And nothing you care about,
But you know my name,
I wrote this poem for the online Poetry Bus back in 2010. It seemed at least a little relevant this week, if not every week. Sad story follows sad story.
The photo is from a visit to Crosby last year where we saw the Antony Gormley work 'Another Place'.
I'm working on putting together a little book/pamphlet (my first since 2008's 'More about the song') so I've been looking through poems, deciding which deserve a bit more of a push (and which should be hidden forever!). This poem, for example, is a maybe (I have several categories - probably, maybe, maybe maybe... and so on). I have a title for the project though so part of the way there...