I will be appearing - along with fellow Essex Poetry Society members – at the Stebbing Ladies Group on Wednesday night. We are entertaining the group with a selection of our own poems. I have been going through my back catalogue and was surprised to find that most of my poetry is depressing stuff – war, death, passage of time, death, age, memory loss, death. The Stebbing Ladies are celebrating Christmas so I have tried to find a few brighter pieces to read, but next year I must make an effort to write some humourous stuff (witty rather than limericks) or at least something that doesn’t make people want cry into their Christmas pudding.
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