I heard two women chatting along the pathway from Toothill School to Oliver Tomkins.
"Her house is upstairs."
"I see..."
I wondered how the children might use dialogue in their poetry, either as a real interpretation or to use what they heard to form a line. Here's my haiku from the above over-heard chat.
the house upstairs - clear
views of the blackbirds searching
for winter berries
It made me think about the Wasteland and how T.S Eliot uses speech in his poetry.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Öd’ und leer das Meer.
“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking
Listening out for dialogue will be an interesting part of the long poem project.
