A morning poem
Woke up shortly after six this morning with a poem in my head, and simply got up and wrote it. An absolute rarity when something arrives fully formed. It's working title is 'My notebook has black pages' and is a bit wild and uninhibited in a Dylan Thomasish way I suppose, having yesterday watched a drama about him. I had written it before 8:30am and, having completed it, felt as if my day's work was done before it had even started. Lots of work to be done, however, and I am trying to get my social media presence up to scratch and am working on twitter at the moment. Looking too at the pictures that were done by Alex, my grandfather. Posted about those here . I worked in the Emporium Theatre on London Road, and was periodically barged by members of a moot of middle class mummies with their offspring. Also there was a life class with people drawing, quite a lively place. Sonya had been while I was away, and I had left a yellow smiley post it note on our new va...