Laptops in landscape

Scattered like leaves, dead badgers,
fallen trees, droppings of poets and other
weird key tappers,
We rabbiting on about arranging our lives
In new clouds, clusters, burrows,
How to furnish the brains
With fresh licks and linen,
How to reboot and build
Stout worktops, soft wordware
In muscular metres.
In the crunch cold night
We sit up in bed
Warming our knees
On glowing computers.
In the morning we’re
Blogging again, and breathing
This chill but astounding outdoors,
Us showing you our sites and spaces,
You showing us yours.

- Chris

I just found this piece which I wrote a year or so ago during my week tutoring FutureWriters at the Arvon Foundation's Lumb Bank centre.


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