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.
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