Aspiring poets like myself searching for our own poetic ‘voice’ are advised to practice by emulating admired poets. This exercise has been found to heighten awareness of personalized delivery, leading to the development of one’s own individual voice. I share this tip with you good reader and the following attempt:
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1851)
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
by Mike McGuire (2014)
His wingtips sensing here and there
Through abstract tightwires in the air
Foretelling foe; foretasting fare.
Fraught talons taut on brittle branch
Absorbing tremors, haunches flinch
Then savage dive with deadly clench