Some days have much poetry in them. Today, while waiting in the doctor’s surgery and again at the pharmacy, a new anthology. Back home, on the radio, a touch of Motion. And, on the web, a tangled heap of poetry links, speckled with little bits of poetry like currants in a tasty, spicy bun. And, while waiting for the piano buyers to come and collect their purchase, Shakespeare in Love, with star crossed lovers, much banter, and no little ribaldry.
And, somewhere along the line, I squeezed a juicy little poem out myself.
Life is good, especially when you live in a land with poetry on all sides.
