James Mills


Poem by James Mills

Last night, hunting inspiration,
I turned again to Mr Heaney.
Sometimes just one word
of his is enough to
let some of my own spill -
not tonight though.

Instead I found a bug,
spread-eagled inside 'North'.
As perfect as poetry
its dessicated carcass
imprinted sure as memory
amongst the great man's thoughts,
and I smiled to think it had
expired willingly upon the page -
buzzing - like the rest of us.

Comments about Buzzing by James Mills

  • Frances Macaulay FordeFrances Macaulay Forde (6/2/2005 6:28:00 AM)

    Have you sent it to him yet?
    I think he's be very flattered.
    This is a favourite of mine.(Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoojohn tiong chunghoo (5/18/2005 10:17:00 AM)

    this is very nice. give us more.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2005