The Savagery of Sundays

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“A daily writing practice over the past two years has led to my writing on a wide range of themes. I suspect that someone pours a little poetry dust into my ear each night as I sleep because I wake up with a few lines of rhyme from the dream world to tinker with from the first moment of the day. However, the pile of sodden clothes in the bathroom reminds me that it had not been an ordinary night – and that an effort to capture what had gone before, was required. The themes of animals, war, poetry, politics, love, materialism, adventure and death have emerged, but I have not grouped them, and rather allowed them to roam and mingle. These are all my vital concerns and I imagine that they are for most people. In this way, the poetry is demotic, accessible and yet, I hope, subtle and unpredictable by turns. I tend to be the person people want to make an example of rather than to follow, and am not sure of my suitability as an exemplar of making poetry that could become important in your life – I but must admit to harbouring hope, for as Emily Dickinson says: hope, it never asked a crumb of me. Lastly, when I write poems, I have in mind an audience of people whom I love and trust, people who have lived these times, who can relate to these themes, who care for children and animals. In other words, I write with the feeling that I am amongst friends.” – Les Morison