Something there, where nothing was before
From crayonned pictures with a one inch sky
to clothes for dolls and a wicked mud pie,
swapping doggerel with Dad
and stories about elves and boarding schools.
I wrote a lullaby for the Prince of Wales
When I was ten and he was one.
I practised scales, and wrote more tales,
sewed my clothes and gifts for Mum.
I grew up and met my mate,
made a home and both ends meet,
cooked nourishing meals and fantasy cakes
for a boy and a girl, our greatest feat.
Through a long life, the trend continued,
patchwork quilts and poems galore,
gardens and stories, more and more.
Creativity constantly revalued.
Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryout was all about creation. I started to re-invent the wheel, write a new poem. Then a poem which I wrote about 4 years ago came into my head – a poem which started life as a freewrite exercise, underwent several radical metamorphoses then was put on the backburner. I’ve never been satisfied with it, so had another go at it this morning – added some, took a lot away – and this is the result. Still not right – I guess this poem will go with me to the end, like my passion for making things.