It’s been a strange few days. After months of not bothering with poetry (I even have unopened poetry magazines, so deep has been my indifference to it – even ones with me in them, which is usually guaranteed to make me open them) I became slightly more interested.
This may have been due to the editing I did for the three lots of three poems I submitted for the end of July, though it wouldn’t account for all of it. It may also have been due to finally feeling that I’d turned the corner with my urological problems. It could even have been due to things I have seen in the Olympics (though that is the subject of another post).
Anyway, whatever happened I now have notes made for three new pieces (the first in months, as the submissions are edits of poems that were all started at least six months ago). Two of them relate to my visit to hospital ten months ago and several of them were started before then.
My first act after posting this will be to make a cup of tea. I haven’t had one for two hours and part of my Olympic learning is that hydration is important. I may then take some performance enhancing drugs, as they seem to be all the rage these days and there are so many great excuses that many people get off. My drug of choice is marmalade. Generally you can get away with it as long as you wipe your fingers afterwards.
After I will cogitate on the tactful way many TV commentators avoid talking about drug cheats and start work.
A Creaking gate Hangs the Longest . . .
I am so pleased your interest in poetry has returned! I really enjoyed reading your post; mmmm. . . marmalade! I could do with some performance enhancement; I might give marmalade a go.
My husband kindly calls me the creaking gate.
I’m sure he says it with great affection. How are you and the family doing. I keep meaning to nip by and see if you are writing, but my intentions are always better than my performance.
We are creaking on! This past year has been a little difficult, one way and another and I can’t see things improving yet-a-while. I keep thinking I can get back to blogging, I make a start and then something happens and yet again I can’t manage to find the time or energy to carry on posting. The last time I published a post was in March so you aren’t missing anything! 😀 Best of luck with your house move, which must be fairly soon now.
There is always something, isn’t there? House move is going more slowly than expected – arthritis etc, plus far too much junk. Still, we aren’t pushed for time and can allow some overlap. 🙂
I am glad things are looking up for you, Simon! Enjoy that cup of tea and its restorative powers.
🙂 Tea is one part of the jigsaw. I must find more . . .
Now can we see the rest of the poem containing the final caption?
I will do my best. 🙂
The commentators don’t talk about drugs because of the presence of many lawyers in the wings.
Yes, I agree. That’s certainly my suspicion of why many prosecutions are not carried through.
I love the old weathered timber gates.
Thank you. They are some old photos from pre-lockdown days which I still find a use for now and again. It seems so long ago when i think about it.
Excellent! Feeling better no doubt has something to do with your renewed interest in poetry. Sometimes life really does get in the way, and we have to acknowledge this. Best of luck with the submissions, and I hope you don’t get any marmalade on the keyboard.
Definitely no marmalade was spilled in the making of that toast. 🙂