An Old, Very New Poem

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.

©Jim Michmerhuizen