Travelling poetry bag shops -
I don't think I've seen one before.
Often I've wondered
How poetry travels,
Steam train or maybe Concorde?
Horse and carriage! Or pony and trap?
Or stowed away on a goods-laden boat?
Would it all be too heavy,
All the letters and ink?
Or would it all simply rise up and float?
It may hover and circle,
Hanging up high,
Watching, resting, waiting.
It might be sent through the post,
But by gold class or second?
It'd probably just be gold-plating.
The attire it sports
Could be classy and light,
And be elegant with, maybe, a hat.
Travelling poetry bag shops aren't real;
Two comic masters invented that.
Lucy -- a not-typical Essex "girl" and 30-something Artist -- witters on about the (probably) utterly useless tellings of current everyday life with her now-lone endometriosis-plagued ovary and ghostly ex-womb.
Thursday 11 April 2013
Travelling poetry bag shops.
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