Windows

When you set off to write a poem about windows because in the world of prison where you spent so many years windows are significant – chiefly for their lack of view and lack of resemblance to windows as we know them – and you end up with a poem about rain and memory, that’s what writing poetry seems to be: not really knowing where you will land.

As far as what a poem should be it’s hard to go past this from Andrew Mcmillan on judging the Magma poetry competition and what he’s looking for:

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