(after 'Fancy Dress' by Caroline Bird)
a little bird once said that we write poetry
because we have a desperate need to confess
but also the ability to hide things in our words
true, the game is making metaphor matryoshka
some spicy little shells to undo and unwrap
funny, clever, scary, posh, sporty, ginger, baby
until you have a pile of empty layers around you
all this peeling performing a classic misdirection
from the core-us girl at the end who doesn't open
Caroline Bird has said this in lots of different ways, including of course in her poem 'Fancy Dress' from The Air Year, but this explanation in this introduction to her 'selected poems' collection Rookie is particularly lovely...
My favourite Caroline Bird poems are: 'Anaesthetic', 'Drawn Onward' and 'Loveborough' from The Air Year; 'Patient Intake Questionnaire', 'Eye Contact' and 'To Be Explicit' from In These Days of Prohibition, and 'The Dry Well', 'This Was All About Me' and 'Corine' from The Hat-Stand Union.
To see 'Anasthetic', go to 7m 15s in...