Colloquy with this post.
At Seven Sisters I changed
(I think) to Edmonton Green.
To the north of North London.
There was a low-rise mall, with
market traders. You could walk
(I think) to Enfield Lock.
It wasn’t a long visit, but I forced
some decisions.
They may not have been the best,
but they were mine.
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In the time-honoured tradition of expressing my appreciation in a different place of postage each time – I loved this.
Thank you. I felt completely overwhelmed by the poem which followed! What I hope to do at the end of the year is round up my squibs and fragments and choose some for revision and elaboration.
I felt completely overwhelmed by the poem which followed!
Serves you right – now you know how I feel! But yes, it was pretty special. I took the liberty of moving both to the main page and will leave the post up for another week.
I was going to update the compendium so if you allowed me to use the revised poems it would be splendid – just let me know how you get on in the duest of courses.
Without wishing to be cheesy, you honour me by keeping my work in such company.
Go ahead and update the compendium. I’m thinking of a longer-term project in terms of revision–maybe for publication in another medium?
Wait: are there other media?!?