World Poetry Day

Once upon a time, a teen struggled to be a teenager and found solace in poetry. She read  Wilfred Owen, Seamus Heaney, Joyce Grenfell, William Shakespeare. She wrote ditties and haiku, sonnets and poems inspired by Purple Ronnie. Her mother still has it all stored away somewhere. One piece won the school Literature Award, which spurred her on to study English at University.

Then she grew up to be me, wrestling dogs, cleaning up wee and sharing her bed with children who sleep like wrestlers. Poetry as a concept has been filed away at the back of her brain for some time. But because Tim dared me, despite me threatening him with doggerel, I am publishing a poem in honour of World Poetry Day.

 

Keeping Up With The Jones’

I have,

You have.

He has.

We have.

You have.

They have…

 

I must have.

 

 

I think perhaps I have missed it. I also think it needs work. I wonder what Tim will think.