Post 1656. Wednesday April 18
My Friend Rosey has regularly featured on my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Last Friday at our weekly get together, Rosey surprised us all by mentioning she occasionally writes poems. I jokingly asked her if she’d ever had any published and she took the wind out my sails by saying she had! Apparently, she entered a competition a few years back and the top ten entrants had their poems printed in a magazine. We had no idea. We were muttering among ourselves about our own literary efforts when we realised Rosey was quietly reciting a poem.
‘Summer sunshine rides the breeze
as sunrays weave their way through trees
A dappled carpet paints the ground
with shades of gold and green and brown
So different from that fateful day…’
She suddenly stopped. We watched in silence for what seemed an age, then she slowly rose to her feet and walked outside. Helen followed her. A couple of minutes later they returned hand in hand. Rosey was looking down at the floor. I have no idea what happened. The poem clearly meant something to her.
The look on her face told us it was time to change the subject.
“I need to do a survey for work and I’m a bit stuck as to how to go about it” chirped Nicki. “It’s a sort of report, and I thought that I ought…”
With that Rosey started giggling. “Hey, you’re a poet and you didn’t know it!” she said. The Rosey we know and love was back!
Tomorrow, Q is for Quiz
On this day Last year, I told you about Amble Bay’s Annual produce prizegiving. To revisit click HERE