Poem introduction

When I was a child I spent a lot of time sitting with a gardener in his shed as it rained. He'd been to Africa, and talked about the places and plants and animals there. In my mind they got caught up with the contents of his shed; with their equally exotic names. A fascination with sound marks out poetry; the sound of words, and the objects it creates in the imagination. This poem from thirty years later, enacts that.

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