Monday, December 19, 2011



I've forgotten how to write poetry!!

i want to take part in IPYPIASM but nothing! Nothing will come out of my brain!

I've tried and tried and tried and it looks like I broke my poetry bone. Sprained my sonnetness. Twisted my tercet. Od'ed my ode... (etc...)

I went along to a lovely reading tonight. The wonderful Emerging Writer was reading and was, well, wonderful. And the brilliant Louise Phillips was there too! Poetess extraordinaire Eileen Casey was running the event. I was enveloped in a hug of wordy gloriousness.

How do I feel now?

The Cat Sat on the Mat.



My only friend in this lonely hour! Hic.


Titus said...

Sorry. Jealous of your night out.

Domestic Oub said...

You may have been joking Titus, but I'm desperate, I may be pet shop bound by the end of the week if things don't improve..

As for my night out - well, while out I missed the chance to pick up two tickets for Duran Duran that a friend was giving away! Duran Duran! I could hav thrown my knickers at Nick Rhodes...

Rachel Fox said...

I bet there's a poem in the knickers, as it very much were.

I like the cat one. I've read much worse.


Emerging Writer said...

There's definitely a poem somewhere towards the bottom of the bottle of wine. Thanks for coming D'Oub.

Domestic Oub said...

Rachel - there probably is a poem there, but not one that could be abondoned in a shop where young children might find it..

EM - Mr Oub stole the last of the it there was a poem there, he drank it. Fecker.

Also, was a delight to come out to hear you read. It's especiually nice to hear pomes from someone who still has the ability to write them...

Louise said...

Hmmm - you can do it you can! Small piece of advice - don't think! It interferes with the creative flow:)

Kat Mortensen said...

I wish I could have been there!