A grand piano stands on the ice,
almost impossible to detect.
It is black on black ice.
At a distance,
a thin rocky islet covered with snow,
makes it possible to see the instrument.
Further out the ice is broken.
writing
writing
A grand piano stands on the ice,
almost impossible to detect.
It is black on black ice.
At a distance,
a thin rocky islet covered with snow,
makes it possible to see the instrument.
Further out the ice is broken.
Göran Stille 
I like it Göran. The imagery is strong. Would love to hear about the inspiration and/or process behind it
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The story goes like this. At first, I saw this grand piano standing on the ice. The words added a certain swing to the image. Next, I felt a need for dramatizing and defined the piano as black on black background (ice). Logic entered the scene and asked me how I could possible to detect that instrument. The solution was a tiny islet in the background. The image of which was broken by the image of the grand piano. To add even more to the drama I introduced the open sea and broken ice further out. /Göran
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Wonderful! This really adds to the other answer you gave me as well! Really interesting how different processes can be. Yours seems to use quite a bit of logic and reasoning mixed with chance (as in using the word generator).
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Dear Nadine. There is a method in it. At least a procedure. I used a random word generator. It starts with sets of three software-generated numbers. These numbers are used in selecting one word out of a book. They control the page, line and distance into that line. In fact, the same sets of numbers could be applied to any book. I then pick the noun or verb that comes next. I bring them together in groups of 6-8 and shuffle them around. Some words get attached to my mind and generate an internal image. I take that image and write from that.
At my first try, I was able to stick to the flow maintaining the inward connection. Then I lost my grip and recoiled to everyday ruminating language. On the second try, I was able to reconnect to the original image and create line four and onwards.
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WOW. Fascinating process, concise and helpful explanation. Thank you, Göran.
Today I saw the blog of a friend. She had copied this poem from Yeats into her post. It reminded me, if I have interpreted it correctly, of the theme of your poem. Here it is:
“The Second Coming
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
“Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
– W.B. Yeats
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