Today is national Poetry day. I know because it was mentioned on radio 4 this morning as I drove along the M62.
Apparently we should all take some time out to read a little poetry on this very special day. Of course being me I had to go one better and decided that to celebrate this earth shattering event that I would write some.
I tried throughout the day, rhyming this, metering that, but nothing would come – I almost began to think that I’d gone all Paul McCartney. It was as if my 'oh so' poetic nature had deserted me leaving me on a far too flat sea stuck in the doldrums.
Well maybe some wouldn’t call it poetry, but if I read it it then it counts and you can tick the ‘done’ box on the ‘did you read a poem on national poetry day?' box.
Sometimes when I’m stuck in the Doldrums
Waiting for the breeze, a wind to fill my unfurled heart
I think of palindromic symmetry
Words for wind, a deed to make a start…
A dog, a plan, a canal, pagoda
A Fool, a tool, a Pool - LOOPALOOTALOOFA!
A dank, sad nap. Eels sleep and ask nada.
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Mr. Owl Ate My Metal Worm.
Do geese see god?
Model truth: turtledom.
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod.
Strap on no parts.
I, Rasputin, knit up Sari.
Strays simple help, missy arts.
I'm a lass, a salad, new end alas as salami.
So I’m out of the Doldrums
Wording the breeze that fills unfurled heart
The magic of palindromic symmetry
A spell for the wind – stratagem, megatarts.…
You may tick that box now. National poetry day over. Job done.