The first
Wednesday of each month is always the most creative as I click the zoom link
for my writing group meeting.
It is such a
joy to be able to join my writerly friends in these strange times.
Last night
was no exception as we learnt all about Rondel poems, starting with one by
Chaucer, Rondel of Merciless Beauty, read here by the mesmerising Jude Law…
We were encouraged to stick to Chaucer’s rhymes to make things easier, so of course I broke those rules immediately and didn’t!
And we were told our love poem could be about anything,
a beloved pet, a landscape or even smelly feet, “it’s just a bit of fluff” said
PoetWoman who was leading the evening.
Well the
word fluff stuck and I couldn’t get enough of the stuff, resulting in this
little ditty….
I do hope it
brightens your day 😊
A Rondel of Unrequited Fluff
You stretch and yawn and
catch me unawares
There’s your belly button
full of fluff
I reach my finger, but not
far enough
I am bereft, can only stop
and stare
My heart’s like jelly, made
from wobbly stuff
You stretch and yawn and
catch me unawares
There’s your belly button
full of fluff
Upon my word you tempt me to
despair
My life from this moment on
will be tough
I dry my tears upon my
silken cuff
You yawn and stretch and
catch me unawares
There’s your belly button
full of fluff
I reach my finger, but not
far enough
