Today we have what is probably another first in the short history of Folding Mirror poetry, as Marc Latham brings you a vertical poem. Over to Marc:
I thought of the idea of a vertical folding mirror poem when I was walking to work one day.
The sky above me was almost divided in half, between blue on one side and grey on the other, and I remembered being out in the dales not long before, and the sun was obviously shining on land in the distance but not on us, and later it was shining on us but obviously not on land in the distance.
On the edge of the cloud before the clear sky there is often a gold lining where the sun is lighting it up; don’t know if that’s where the old adage about ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ comes from.
So I thought of creating a Folding Mirror poem that could capture that imagery, and thought that doing it vertically, which was how I saw and remembered it, was the best way.
The first vertical Folding Mirror poem came from that.
I swapped the setting to the beach, as that’s what came out. I think the plinth was inspired by Wendy Webb’s account of seeing Crysse Morrison read poetry from a plinth a couple of weekends ago.
As the poem works vertically it can also be read vertically from top to bottom in the three columns.
The text fits pretty well into a mirror either side of the middle folding line. The words per top paragraphs are 11-2-11, in the middle paragraphs they are 14-2-12, and in the bottom paragraphs 15-2-15.
Some Clouds Have a Golden Lining