Well, when I first saw TFE's task for this week I thought 'no way'. Using two lines already written, mentioning a fashion designer (fashion...god, I am so far from it...you have no idea!). And then...and then...
These are the starting lines we were given:
'She was wearing Stella McCartney I was drinking Stella Artois'
And I guess it came to 'yes, way' in the end as the poem they brought me to is below. You could call it 'doggerel'...but I might just call it 'another poem'. (I did have a longer paragraph here but I changed my mind about it and deleted).
Not a star in the sky
She was wearing Stella McCartney I was drinking Stella Artois There was something special about her Not the usual down at our bar
Expensive and perfectly pretty And not watching the keys to her car So I took them and childishly hid them Without them she'd not get very far
I could keep her stashed here in our lock-in Woo her sweet with a heavenly jar She might stoop, take me shopping for outfits It's too long now I've been insular
Then I look at my glass - also pretty It's half empty but pints often are And I know I've the money for one more But not two – this is no Shangri-La
So I'll miss her, the muse in McCartney Never get to her secrets or bra But I'll cuddle my liquid for comfort It's my sparkling, my easy, heart's star
And on a slightly similar note I thought I'd add another poem I wrote this week. I didn't get round to a new train poem last week (when the rest of the Poetry Bus team did) but on the Wednesday after something did finally come to me (partly thanks to reading all the other fascinating, varied poems on the subject – links to them all here). Here's mine:
Just another brief encounter
I used to fall in love all the time Several flights a week at the peak of the madness
Take this one long train trip years ago I was heading due south (Paris to Madrid)
There was this young checked-shirt, all-American guy (Blue-jeans, guide-book, back-pack, deck-shoes)
We talked in the sunshine of the vacant corridor Just we two, just chatting, standing outside of everything
And I don't remember his name, a single word that was said Or if there was a kiss or any embrace involved
But I remember that I loved him, that much for sure For an hour, with a passion, like a woman possessed
And the photo at the top? Mark took it in a hotel in Amsterdam (he was there last month for a friend's birthday jaunt). Fancy, huh?
Originally from the north of England, I live in Angus, Scotland where I walk a lot, think a lot, listen to lots of music, sometimes write poems, sometimes read poems out to other people, sometimes write songs, read all kinds of odd things, watch a bit...oh and I look after my family too.
I sometimes organise poetry and music events - details are usually here (though nothing coming up in the near future). This year I went travelling with my family - photos and notes are here. Now we're back I have moved to a new regular blog - it is here.
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