I did a very stupid thing. Today's Read Write Poem prompt is to write a poem about a celebration recently attended with friends and/or family. After reading it this morning I stripped the bed and began to form a notion for the poem. Sheets in the machine, I sat down at my computer and scratched out a list of detail, and as the day progressed I came back to it and added bits as I remembered them. While the spuds were cooking I made an attempt at organising these details into something less list-like. Then after supper I had a good go at trying to make it more like a poem. Bleeding from the eyes I decided to let things settle for a bit and stopped to watch the first episode of some war drama with S.
Then the bulb went in the lamp on my desk and for some reason I switched off the socket. I never do that! And, unfortunately, the same socket feeds my computer. And I hadn't been saving as I went along, so I lost my lovely sunny, family party poem. Probably for the best. Here is mark 2, no title as yet:
Oxfordshire. Three aunts
two uncles, and a gaggle
of cousins. A table sagging
in the shade, laid with vast bowls
of Burmese Chicken Noodle,
saffron rice, lady's fingers laced
with spice. We’re all here: sisters
children, husbands, brother.
But suddenly this summer,
There, not quite the epic I had in mind, but something.