I wrote yesterday about how misreading leads me to other places, other than confusion and muddle that is! I had misread a sonnet by John Masefield and thought he had written Wanderspace’, whereas in fact he had written two words.
Later, rereading what I had written I saw how it could become a poem… and here is the first, quite rough, draft:
Wanderspace!
I’m sometimes a careless reader;
so keen to find the next line,
sentence, scene
I miss words, guess them, misread them.
This can lead to confusion
and a need to reread.
But sometimes it opens,
it opens a whole new different thought
and new ideas come springing.
I thought I saw the word ‘wanderspace’.
Without actually looking at
its context or its circumstance,
my mind leapt elsewhere.
Wanderspace!
Wanderspace, an intergalactic craft,
wandering space across the universe and beyond,
passing through rips, and four dimension continuums,
Wanderspace the ship suffers compression, senses convergence
and finally experiences the ultimate… ‘time-space distanciation’.
…or maybe, Wanderspace is closer, darker…
Sniff it, smoke it, lick it, take it and it will take you.
Wanderspace will take your mind,
Wanderspace will take your mind to a different world,
A world called – Wanderspace…
and will you, can you, ever return?
Or wanderspace, the physical space and time-space to wander,
drifting between trees,
among dunes,
by water,
over hills,
through vills and wicks,
on shores of lakes or seas…
yes wanderspace,
clear your mind, open your breath, stretch your limbs…
Or maybe it’s what we writers do
and maybe it’s where we writers go,
wandering with our people
in our mindworlds,
through real imaginary places,
living new lives –
through time – forward, backwards, sideways.
Crossing time space in space time
Wanderspace
© Lois Elsden 2018
And here is a link to what I first wrote, and a copy of Masefield’s sonnet:
Lois Elsden 