I have been at this poetry thing for 42 days. Don’t ask my how many complete poems I have, I don’t want to answer. I have notes scrawled across various notebooks around my desk, as well as numerous lines in a word document reminding me to write the one about [insert vague idea here]. I have promised to keep you all apprised of my progress, and the update is: Dismal. I don’t want to talk about it.
No really, I don’t have time, so much work to do!
I’m still working at at, but boy am I behind. To distract you from my lack of progress, an earlier completed sample:
Keeping Up With Fay
I was never one to say
that I am superstitious.
But I have heard that many Fay
find human kind delicious.
A fairy you must not offend
by blocking off thier path.
But if you do, you can amend
with soaks in oatmeal bath.
To ward the evil Fay away
partake of St. Johns wort.
To keep the meddlesome at bay
Leave out red berry tort.
If you dearly love your kin
grant gifts of daisy chain.
For if you do so with a grin
Kidnapping is in vain.
Should they find you anyhow
keep near an iron rod.
This for Fay, I give my vow
airs threats of no facade.
Mark these simple Fay decrees
to have a happy home.
’tis nothing but a meager fee
In places Fay-kind roam.