Last week’s post made reference to ‘Cut’, the poem Sylvia Plath wrote after cutting her thumb, and it made me think that there seem to be poems about every subject. Also, just as some people always say the right thing at the right time, there are others who always come up with the right poem for the right occasion.
I’ll give you an example. It was St Brigid’s Day on February 1st, a day long-celebrated in pagan cultures to mark the half-way point between winter and spring solstices. Rebecca Gethin wrote a lovely post about the day and its traditions here. Meanwhile, on twitter I saw this, a perfect example of someone (Ian Duhig) coming up with exactly the right poetic quote for the day.
Except that, in the UK, Spring seems many months away as we are enduring gales, floods, high winds and, in some areas, snow. I found these wonderful snow poems by Philip Gross (and was also pleased to find an online magazine I hadn’t come across before). Keeping in the weather theme, over at the Guardian, Billy Mills has posted a great selection of wind poems. See what I mean? Poems for everything.
Whenever I’ve put a call out for poems, however obscure the subject might appear, I’ve been sent more poems than I can easily post at one time. Recently I’ve asked for poems about holidays, rabbits and horses and, every time, the poems have come flooding in.
There must be certain subjects which are more written about than others but I doubt that there is one subject that nobody has ever written about. Although I do fancy putting a call out for poems about something highly unusual, just to test this theory. What’s the most unusual thing you’ve ever written or read about, I wonder?