My waking was traumatic,
blood pressure rose in a rush.
Pencils at the ready,
to write I knew not what.
The link was made at two am,
to join the chain of poets,
eager for the fray.
I will not fence with the truth ,
at dusk my mind was empty.
I had but a trace of an idea
of the essentials of a recipe for
what was to follow.
I might be forgiven my incompetence
in an experience so strange to me,
a bumbling operator of technology.
Threads in abundance – which to join?
What to do? Should I be here or there?
An hour passed fast
in a daze of hilarity and chaos
in equal measure, the outcome a mystery.
These words were the result of an extraordinary small hours (for me – the others were 8 hours behind) inaugural meeting online of some regular wordlers at the instigation of Brenda Warren