My wife is a Yoga teacher but this does not prevent her from attending classes to maintain her personal body awareness, in fact it is essential if she is to keep her own students enthralled. Likewise I’m attending a weekly Creative Writing course. An exercise set last week was to write a poem that describes an abstract noun (eg Joy), but without using the word in the poem or title. Just for fun I’ve included my contribution below (called Waiting) can you guess the abstract noun I was given to work with?
Off to Cannes tomorrow so there may or not be a blog for a few days. Enjoy!
WAITING
Woken in rain,
Barbed, cutting, malevolent rain.
Soaked in mud,
Slimed, submerging, unearthly mud.
Griped with pain,
Leached, invading, hellish pain.
Bombarded by sound,
Secreted, wailing, bursting sound.
Covered in stink,
Racked, incising, cordite stink.
Separated from man,
Misplaced, missing, forgotten by man.
How long do I wait for death’s cruel hand?
How long the torment, the suffering?
How long?
