A couple of workshop sessions back, an offhand remark from one of the participants reminded me — with a little shock — of a poem I had written almost fifty years ago and forgotten about.
I told everybody about this, and recited the poem from memory (it is quite short). It got a strong response; we spent some time taking it apart, and putting it back together for the sake of its spirit.
So now I’ve typed it into a file. Here it is. Makes a sort of fitting conclusion to the year, I think.
You were a cartoon,
A figure in outline,
And now stalk me:
Footsteps under bare branches
Knocking late as I walk home.