These are a few lines that I wrote the other night. Needs a lot doing with it.
Night Poem The loneliness of distraction; a question of language. Cravat pirate, hogging the turntable. Wait — to see the shooting stars tearing holes in the firmament. Name a rose after that velvet queen lost in the garden, painting portraits and hustling the elite for a pound. Taste the names of those gone before, their unfinished manifestos staked to scarlet trees. ©AndrewJamesMurray
City Jackdaw 
Wow. I am very curious about the inspiration behind that poem.
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Me, too!
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There wasn’t anything in particular that started the poem off, I was doing a poet’s version of a musician’s jamming: writing words and lines and see what develops. Then from this I somehow got an image of a house party overlooking a garden. I suspect that the cravat pirate may go. And the velvet queen become a young girl.
That’s the thing (and you two as a writer and a musician will know) with creating, sometimes we don’t know where we are going until we get there.
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…and that’s why it’s a WIP – it’s good to share ’em cuz sometimes your ‘cast offs’ might inspire others…I’m thinking your ‘velvet queen’ has potential! Hmmm
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Maybe she will remain. I’ll keep you posted (pun intended).
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