apologies to Homer
rosy fingered dawn
who awoke with a start
to see a world upside down
upstairs wind blew the curtains
in awesome fluid patterns you’d
have to imagine millions of, they flapped
so mercilessly, like a slap to the face of Job.
Ars poetica
The meteoric rise in the academic sanctioning of poets since the 1970s has made "ars poetica" one of the things never far from my mind.