A poem of impressions combining Yoko Ono’s Twitter feed, a Brothers Quay short film, a random phrase, and a made-up word.

Yoko wrote the words
they appeared on the screen
at the same moment
they entered my thoughts

The coincidence
was a coincidence

A milky fragrance
skipped along
the atmosphere’s surface

The patterns of the tarantella
were familiar, yet foreign
laken disruptions
fidgeting their way home

The coincidence
was a coincidence

Staccato shadows
and skipping sounds
tore strips out of the air

When no one is watching
Yoko dances the tarantella
to send the words from my thoughts
back to the screen

(30 September 2017)