Life & Living, Memories, Poetry

torn corners & confetti (iii)

Our imaginative writing group facilitator Carolyn Rowell used A Room in Antwerp as a prompt on the final half-day session of our group’s spring “term.”

I wrote the skeleton of torn corners & confetti using snippets from Laure-Anne Bosselaar’s beautiful piece. In the same session, somebody talked about “carving” poems into “parts” using numbers. I mentally filed that information for future reference. A few weeks later, I revisited my as yet untitled draft. It expanded and contracted, changed and evolved over another week or so until I had eight stanzas of eight lines each.

Eight is an extraordinarily powerful number. More on that later.

Here’s stanza (iii):




torn corners & confetti (iii)

a poem in eight parts

by punkie


at dusk

a crystal-cut sun

casts rainbows

on lathe and plaster walls

then bright white spears

of full moon slice

through ebony branches

as you sleep.



torn corners & confetti (i) 

torn corners & confetti (i1) 


© Susan Macaulay 2015. I invite you to share this link widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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