I’m not sure when I wrote this poem, but I feel that the moment captured above is when it found its true form.
It came about when the poetry module I was taking at Falmouth University challenged us to publish our work in the street. I was given a bed sheet and a marker pen to work with and so sketched this poem onto the sheet and later, not knowing what to do with it, gave it a friend as a birthday card hoping that he would appreciate its size and not be too disturbed by its inappropriate (for a birthday) text.
Well, he loved it and it was promptly whisked off and hung out of the living room window so that it dangled over the main thoroughfare in the town centre on a Friday night where it caused no end of confusion to the late night revelers.