(a found poem — of sorts)
words spill quick, jumbled verse
— dessert simmers, peach pink brown —
elm trees falter, ancient still flaming —
rooms wither, forlorn and faded home
— Inspired by the title of Sara Baume’s debut novel Spill Simmer Falter Wither
A reweaving of the poem, written in dual boustrophedon fashion… starts from the beginning and end, meets in the middle — flaming:
quick and forlorn jumble.
rooms brown, elms pink.
peach trees falter,
ancient still deserts
The peach trees are “still” (motionless? or nevertheless?) deserts:
“a suitable reward” — an obsolete noun from French deservir, “be worthy to have” — not dessert to be eaten, as meant in the first poem.
First published at Remuse (an idiosyncratic personal space.)