I don’t know about you, but I have a love/hate relationship with poetry. I hated it when I was at school, dabbled a bit in writing angst written lines when I was a teenager, then once I got married and ‘real life’ took over, it fell off my radar for years.
Until a few weeks ago when a writer friend of mine suggested we each write a poem. I had no idea where to start, so she suggested we take a line from one of her favourites – Love After Love by Derek Walcott – and make that our beginning. Continue reading