This poem appeared tentatively in blog post #5, but gets star billing here with slight but significant changes, and a new name. The colours refer to the ink ribbon, while the last line (in case it is unclear) refers to the type head (or slug in the US – why slug?!) hitting the white page, and also a thought emerging into consciousness.
The photo was taken in Edinburgh’s botanic gardens, with a comical nod of the non-existing head to Douglas Harding’s book “On Having No Head”. It’s a kind of no-selfie 🙂