Writers Club

Just in case you can’t read my writing; which hasn’t improved instantly just by using a fountain pen, here’s the ‘countdown’ poem I wrote in one of the sessions this year, which is reproduced below.

Writers Club

Waiting for the seminar to begin

we talk of popcorn and aged yoghurt,

where to find hot water, all that

brings us together put aside

until Emma’s new poem,

cumquats and limbo,

stops us, makes us

borrow pens,

start to

write.

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