Hopeless sky again today
shades of grey.
a death reminder
Today I spent about 10 minutes staring out of the rain streaked skylight and came up with this glum poem. I had thought about writing about the invasion of Spanish slugs into our gardens, or Bob Diamond’s resignation, but The Muse took me elsewhere as you can see.
On a more positive note, I’m finding it very liberating to ‘publish’ my own poetry on this site, and be my own self critic. I’ll never again be in receipt of a poetry tick box response to submissions I’ve made. I admit, I’ve had some absurd ones back. I once sent off a poem about my Mother standing in the backyard. A fairly clear idea, I thought. Wrong! The tick sheet told me that, ‘the reader needs help getting in to the poem’. Uh! What help is that then? Another quite short poem received a tick against the box saying, ‘ Cuts could improve this poem.’ Not much left then, possibly four words!