Author's notes: Patchwork Dad
Why this is probably the only poem I'll ever write.
Originally, I placed the author’s notes at the end of the poem, and paywalled that section. However, by doing this I was also preventing non-paying subscribers from leaving comments. This was not what I wanted as I like conversations. So, from now on, author’s notes will be a separate issue altogether.
First, if you have not, read my poem, Patchwork Dad.
I never really understood poems.
Perhaps it was due to being
traumatised bored to death by the scads of Sylvia Plath my A-Level English literature force-fed us. Perhaps this was due to my journalist’s heart — no waffling, tell us what you damn mean! — I have little patience deciphering the hidden meanings behind vague, mysterious, short sentences.
Yet, I wrote one when I was 20.
This was not intentional or planned. The origin of Patchwork Dad poem was hopelessly mundane.
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