Poetry anyone?
I’m not really a poetry person – I could never get into the poetry I studied in school, I found most of it impenetrable and boring. But I’ve loved Pam Ayers and, thanks to her, I’ve always remembered to Look After me Teeth.
I also have a favourite Haiku:
A Haiku about being an Adult
I am so tired Where did all my money go My back hurts
(Author: Unknown – if you know, please tell me).
In the mid-eighties when my dad was redecorating the hall, stairs and landing, he wrote a poem on the wall before papering over it. When we moved away from the house a few years later it was one of the things I was most sorry to leave behind.
I now live just a few doors away from that same house and I often think of that poem, lurking behind the wallpaper, and wonder did the new owners ever find it.
I went to see John Cooper Clarke last week – now there’s a poet I can relate to. His work is fast and funny and most of it rhymes. I find that helps. Mike Garry was on before him and while I found his poetry a little less accessible, it did somehow manage to move me to tears a couple of times. But Jan Brierton was my favourite – that’s some poetry I can get behind.
Maybe I am into poetry after all. It’s always been there, hanging around in the background of my life. I found listening to it a different experience to reading it to myself. Reader beware – there may be a poem in me yet…
