A “Birthday Letters” Cento
They simply came and kept on coming…
Suddenly, I read
all this,
Suddenly, Lucas
engineered it, suddenly you
In the flat
house asked, suddenly…
They simply came and kept on coming…
And suddenly everybody
knew everything
In a gilded
theatre, suddenly empty
Suddenly out of
water, easy as oil
They simply came and kept on coming…
Suddenly, it
swooped up, splaying its pinions,
When she
suddenly rounded her eyeballs.
And was stilled.
Or was suddenly aflame.
They simply came and kept on coming…
Suddenly,
something gave, the sweat burst out
I felt things
had become real. Suddenly, mother,
Suddenly,
“What’s that? Who’s that?”
Suddenly,
plainly, it was a bat.
(Which, being Ted Hughes, he probably shot)
(All lines taken from different poems from "The Birthday Letters"... apart from the parting shot, ho-ho.)
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