[Tina Shaw]

Thresh/hold

It looked inviting

that blue promise

so I stepped through

but the door unframed

my thought, unhinged

my indoor-outdoor flow.

Now all’s astray, I don’t

know why I came or where

to go. I am misplaced,

a left-hand mitten dropped

on concrete, getting

wet, that splits the sense

of keeping warm right

down the middle. I’m

hot and cold, I’m black

and blue, my fine boot on

the other foot but on this one

somebody else’s shoe.

Chris Price

from Beside Herself (Auckland University Press)

[Janice Marriott]

An interesting poem; the poet is trying to describe a feeling.

See if you can describe one as well, maybe one like this or maybe a quite different feeling.

Be  exact. Use specific images.

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