I have a confession to make…
I didn’t write any poems this weekend.
I would claim that I didn’t totally forget, but that would be a total lie because I did. But I totally forgot having given myself prior permission and promising myself that I would catch up (which I have).
You see it was the London Marathon this weekend and I was down there to help out as a St John’s Marshal at the Mini Marathon and let me tell you – there is no time to sit down and write out a poem on Marathon Day. I woke up at about 4am and went to sleep at about midnight the next night and spent a good 12 of the hours inbetween on my feet. This is my excuse and I am sticking with it.
As for Saturday and Monday? I was either over excited, trying not to miss a train, meeting new people or so tired I couldn’t think in sentences, never mind write poems.
So today I have sat down and written poems for all the days I missed. I hope this doesn’t count too much as cheating.
Here is the poem I wrote for Sunday 21st April:
London Marathon 2013
Numbers, faces, feet on tarmac,
Flowing past like water.
Cheering, shouting, whistling loud,
Crowds of people wave.
Balloons, flags, made-at-home signs,
Shimmer in the sunshine.
Big Ben watches over proceedings
As the whole world runs by.