IRISH RURAL WEDDING BREAKDOWN
Stopped by the telegraph,
shocked at hanging about,
hoists the silver-blue skirt.
White shirt mooches about.
Black suits you. Gardai’s never here
when you need them. I always smoke Carroll’s.
Vegetable love meanwhile wrenches a sigh
at the edge
of the road.
Are you sure then Declan,
- no petrol?
This is a draft of the poem I have sent off to Ian Parks for his comments. And I am very aware that it needs something else doing with it .... not sure what yet.
Meanwhile I sent off a story to the Calderdale libraries competition so I will have to wait and see whether that gets anywhere. After a great deal of re-thinking and re-drafting over a period of weeks I ended up being pretty pleased with it - at last I am able to get into the swing of writing. Poetry seems to be making more of a mark on my writing - I've just sent off an equally short one to the MsLexia Women's Poetry competition, inspired by notices seen on a train journey, though the collected words and phrases were put to a different purpose. In any case it's a fun thing to do: collect words and phrases from any specific activity, it could be an occupational jargon for instance, and use them for poetry.
My next deadline is the Grey Hen Press poetry competition - for women over 60. And, yes, I do fit the category!
Last, but most important at the moment, I'm waiting to hear if the Lancaster University online writing course will be running - it starts in a few days and I'm really looking forward to getting my teeth into regular writing, and critiquing.