Calling all poets. Today is National Poetry Day here in Blighty. You could be the next John Donne, Benjamin Zephaniah or a Carol Ann Duffy.
Now the last time I attempted poetry was as a hapless teen (*cough* years ago). It went as follows –
Limerick (original title!)
There was a young dog from Berlin
Who liked to sleep in a bin
But one fateful day a truck drove him away
That unfortunate dog from Berlin.
Well, like I said, I was young.
Anyway, the theme today is STARS.
So my latest attempt is this (not a limerick I hasten to add).
Under stars is where I met you
In nighttime where you play.
I wonder how I’ll get through
If stars are where you’ll stay?
Now, doesn’t that make you think you can do better?