No chance of getting to the station in Cheltenham this morning. A fire on the M5 has caused chaos on all the surrounding roads. Here I am, back at my ancient cottage, thinking about catching a later train down south.
Has the delay brought an opportunity? Is there a poem in there somewhere?
Here’s my five minute exercise to write a short poem. Always a useful activity, even if the results sometimes excruciate!
HOW MANY OLYMPIC TORCHES ON EBAY?
Sunshine at last.
Forget the long past
of wind and rain.
The shivering pain
Take a train
Yes, walk the Hoe…
the flickering flame….