I have no inkling how to start,
And listen to these words in vain:
“Technique is just the Greek for art.”
The moment when true lovers part,
A wartime death, a drop of rain –
I have no inkling how to start.
I seek the words to set apart
A poem sure to bring me fame,
With no technique to make it art.
An idea’s there within my heart;
Thesauruses must take the strain
For I’ve no inkling how to start
And clogged up rhyme, and counterpart
Strict rhythm, make themselves the bane
Of technique, just the Greek for art!
Heroic couplets won’t impart
Enough to fool my struggling brain.
I have no inkling how to start
And technique’s all just Greek for art.
Nikki Fine is a former teacher who would now rather have some fun in life. She has previously had poems published in The Interpreter’s House, Riggwelter and the Oxford Magazine, and has been long-listed for the Fish International Poetry Prize.