Last year, I attended an online poetry workshop hosted by the great poet Lemn Sissay. We were set a task to create a poem with a particular structure beginning with “You’re the”….
It was meant for someone or something we either loved or hated; an expression to them from deep inside the heart.
Here’s mine. Each line represents a shared experience. It was sent to the subject, by the way, and received as well as was hoped. I wanted to save it here, just in case it’s immediately lost into the dust.
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The tree, the lizard, and the lyrebird.
Your’e the tree of all our secrets
Your’e the glass held to my lips
Your’e the panic of the python
Your’e the wine she never sips
Your’e the golden of the bower
Your’e the butterfly on my wrist
Your’e the silence of the fireflies
Your’e the lizard in the mist
Your’e the painting of the dipper
Your’e the rosella of my words
Your’e the keeper of our mothers
Your’e the guardian of their birds
Your’e my lyrebird of the shadows
Your’e my orchid on the tongues
Your’e my wildfires of uncertainty
Your’e the red-smoke in my lungs
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