Sin on Saturday

[sheenaghpugh]

Strange gig - on Saturday 2 June I'm going to talk about a deadly sin of my choice, along with 2 other writers, at the Wales Millennium Centre in Cardiff, illustrating from whatever texts in literature I want. I chose Sloth, which was made for me, and have found a nice poem by the young Welsh poet Paul Yandle to illustrate its delights:

The Past

I step into the bath as the afternoon dips
into evening, to soak in the warm pool

of the past. Staring up at the blue tiles
I can slip into the flow of last month,

or immerse myself in the hushed rocking
of childhood, asleep in my mother's arms.

I lift the soap from its hollow dish,
turning the smooth slab in my hands,

edge over white edge, wearing its bones
away on my palms. This is the life, I say

to the picture of a woman on the wall,
the bowl of dried petals on the windowsill,

before dropping the soap like a fish
making its cloudy escape, a white-blind

cataract on the water's surface
as I search for the wet shape.

More poems on Paul's website

Comments

[spiralsheep.livejournal.com]

Ooo... thank you for the poem and the link. He's good.