"Going back to pen and page" is about creation and using very modern equipment to write it down, then deciding to go back, getting the poem written and enjoying the sudden joy of writing. Its evocation of animals and ridiculous verse is deliberately childish and child-like. It goes back.
How to express this strange impress of words? Or,
Culled in the inbetween moments, little impossibilities
budding perfectly strangely
Becoming possibilities which crowd a little closer, seeking
Speaking and robusting the hidden bud bid for notice?
Notice me here in one green piece of innocent horse verse,
nosing dry hay.
By day an effort, by night white strikes of words, struggling
through to metaphoric sights,
Suddenly, spick, span, prick and fan this little stage, mine,
Lines and lines of verse conspicuously present,
Myrring, purring, pudding catty watty to horsey hey ho ho.