It's National Poetry Week here in Australia so in honour of this, here's one I penned earlier for my marvellous missus, Simone:
Aussie Wife
She sports them like a badge of honour
They are the flag under which she sails
She is anchored to her country
By her roots, come tooth and nail
She wears them comfortably, through day or through night
And they come in many colours,
Plain black, sequined gold,
From practical to very bold
They are scattered round our bedroom
Like landmines
Tripped over them have I
How many times?
They are the casual expression
Of her country’s laid back nature
For what’s wrong with wearing thongs
To restaurants by the river?
She’s a woman for all seasons
A serious multi-tasker
But which footwear would she prefer to wear?
Well, why don’t you go and ask her?
Click clack front and back
And slip slap on the lotion
She’s fair dinkum Aussie mate
Her smile’s as wide as the ocean
She’s a party girl that likes her fun
She never, ever stops
And that’s why I love her so
Her and her flip flops
No poetry prizes for that one, perhaps, but a bit of fun. I haven't written any poetry for ages now, actually, although I have had some success with a few published (In Dreams, The Mountain, The New History Teacher, And Roared for Hours at the Shining Moon, Edinburgh, Tastes of Blue). I like reading poetry, and writing it too (I should do more). I find it very humbling.
In other news today (not that there's much), Emerging Screenwriters emailed me the Top 100 badge for use here on my blog. You should be able to see it to the top right of the screen. Its nice, but I'd prefer an option agreement and a movie deal...
Anyway, must go do my playwriting homework for my playwriting class tonight. I've got to scan the newspapers for material that could make a short play then write an outline and synopsis.
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