Friday has been poetry day here for more than a year.
I’m keeping the literary theme but moving from single poems to a discussion of books – novels, biographies, poetry . . . old and new.
Probably starting next week because events have overtaken my intention to start today.
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Not having been reading your excellent blog for the required 12 months (unfortunately for me), I was not aware that Fridays are poetry days. To assist, below is a poem by the wonderful Roger McGough, he of Scaffold and the Merseyside poets.
Its from a book of verse I bought earlier this week.
(ps by the way you’ll have an extra hour next week to see to the literary theme!!)
Love in the Laundrette
Two of a kind, we have so much in common
I thought, as I cycled past her on the Common
Our bags were stuffed with soiled belongings.
Was she lonely too? Filled with unfolding longings?
I could write a tune, a poem or a play for her
Knowing that soon I would make a play for her
Although we had met only moments ago
Once inside, I decided to give it a go
Cried: ‘Lets put our clothes in the same wash!”
The look of horror told me that wouldn’t wash
‘Let’s save time and money. Share our washing powder.’
But she turned her back and snapped, ‘Take a powder.’
She needed her own machine. To run her own cycle.
So I unloaded, and lonely, rode home on my cycle.
Roger McGough
The Awkward Age, (2009)
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Should be ‘own cycle’, not ‘won cycle’, but you get the idea!
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Paul – love the poem, thanks.
ps by the way I’ll have an hour less next week – the clocks go forward, not back 🙂
pps – I know too much about
topsotypos to worry about those others make but since you mentioned it I’ve changed won to own.LikeLike