As I have a few days’ break between modules 5 and 6 of the novel-writing course I’m doing (www.fire-in-the-head.co.uk) I’ve been tackling those jobs that keep sinking to the bottom of the list such as – gasp of pain – filing.
In the process however, given that my files date back several decades and my filing tray at least a year, I’ve uncovered some interesting bits and pieces, interesting to me at least, including a folder of my poems.
I’ve never published them, but here's one now. Be kind, please.
The difference between cats and humans
As I lie
on my back
on the bed,
the cat curls in my armpit.
her head drops,
her eyes close.
She is completely happy.
I have to wake her up to write this down.