Revising in Public: Spring Culling

I have been working toward getting a few more poems closer to finished. The plan is to update my 50 x 50 tracker every 6 weeks. But we are coming up on the Equinox and I still haven’t logged the Imbolc poems.

I’ve got too many poems in the awkward middle stage—my editing piles are getting messy and unwieldy.

Here’s one that came out of my slow read of Wolf Hall with Simon and the good folks at Footnotes and Tangents. I’ve never read the trilogy before, so I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I mean, I know what’s going to happen historically, but not exactly how that’s going to play out in the world of the story. I don’t know how connected Cromwell and Anne Boleyn really are.

Thomas and Anne

Our future is braided together, red threads still
a part of the tapestry after so many have been broken.

Carry the fragments pinned in your pocket
against loss. What will we do when the last square

unravels? What will we do when the last square is gone?