May was assignment madness, with two deadlines on the course, and my creativity was wrung dry delivering those. And since the course ended, I haven’t been very motivated. Which is why Alison and I set up the Writers’ Group, which met tonight and has, as hoped, re-fuelled my engines. This is a poem I wrote when I got home.
She originally broke the vase quite by accident,
Knocked it from the table while her attention was elsewhere.
It fell and broke into three pieces,
Each big enough to seem worth the effort of putting it back together again.
So she dug out the superglue.
Meticulously she worked to make the pieces fit so you could hardly see the join.
But somehow it was never quite how it had been before,
And every time she looked its new-found ugliness made her wince,
Until one day she’d had enough.
She took it from the shelf and threw it on the hard tile floor
And jumped on the pieces just to make sure
She could never put it back together again.