This is not, strictly speaking, a fragment other than in the sense that it is unpolished. I am a member of Lapidus (writing for well-being) and occasionally attend workshops in Truro. This one was run by the excellent Jane Moss. I can’t quite remember the process but I do know the starting point was The Magic Box by Kit Wright
Box of my Delights
My box is made of Coramandel wood
Striped chocolate and gold like the belly of a cat
Into my box I put my father’s lopsided smile
His eyes a rainwashed summer sky;
And alongside this, the chatter of pebbles, tumbled by the outgoing tide
Lurking at the bottom is a lump of pudding stone
Gleaned from a long-forgotten mountain top
And the fleeting shimmer of a salmon’s leap
My box has a maze of sweet-smelling boxwood and yew
Folded tiny as a postage stamp
And a ring of bells
And the sound of sheep grazing, and cattle lowing
In my box I will put my first kiss
And an eggshell painted scarlet and gold
And in that eggshell I will place all the hopes, loves and ambitions
That never came to be.
When I am done,
I will make a key for my box and that key will be fashioned from glass
And when I turn the key
The lock will rumble
Like the purr of a sleeping cat
inspired by The Magic Box, Kit Wright
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