I took a week long writing course in the summer and it turn out - tah dah! - I quite like this craft.
Here is one of the poems I have been working on. Hope you like it!
Tiny Lady
Grey wet day,
cold, unrelenting rain,
Gloved hands
like saturated sponges grip bicycle handlebars.
Homeward
bound I tackle my nemesis—the last long hill—
watch the
rainwater stream downhill against my steady climb.
I often see
an elderly woman along this road.
Very short,
hunched back makes her look even older and smaller,
today she is
standing by the bus stop beneath a large blue umbrella.
When I get
closer it seems she is flagging me down—
her arm is
waving and she is shouting something I cannot understand—
the tiny
lady is soon beside me as I push upwards.
Her wrinkled
face frames a toothless excited smile;
she gives me a thumbs up.
