This found prose poem was prompted by a pair of connected things: the current daily Big Read of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner [listen here] and my work with the Coleridge Memorial Trust.

This international reading is a wonderful idea and celebration of the poem, its relevance today argued by two engaging recent articles in The Guardian, here and here, if interested.

I look forward to the completion of the daily reads [not in the sense of rushing these to a close…] but to hear the whole, as the snippets do inevitably disrupt what should by the continuous storytelling of a potent narrative poem.

Before cameras, it’s why painters painted and writers wrote and musicians scored and whatever other artistic captors captured, because although just looking and watching and having is primary, it is impossible not to want to record and share.