Envoi from le Moulin

Katherine Gallagher at le Moulin

 
I go from here chastened,
chastised for being me,
demoralised and dampened,
morale suffering from shock

for redundant complex words
and too much of my truth;
for  a dismal lack of willingness
to think outside the box.

Is this supposed to make me
suppress my inner voice,
write fluid verse that’s free
from self and honesty.

I’ve made backward progress,
to the bottom of the class.
Try as I might, you send me
crashing on my arse.

I’ve just arrived home at the end of an intensive week-long poetry workshop.  Whether or not I gained from it you can judge for yourselves from this poem, which brought the house down at the last-night-reading.

Apologies to all my poeming friends whose blogs I have not had time to visit this week.