Gerry
Stewart:
My Critic
has
lost all patience for poetry.
Rummaging
in dusty corners,
clearing
the shelves
with
no appreciation for image or rhyme.
I
bribe him through the first half
with
raisins and sugar-free biscuits,
struggle
to be a poet for one afternoon.
We
skip out on writers I’d relish
to
sit on the toilet floor,
flipping
through Peepo eighteen times.
My
turn in the spotlight
and
his antics distract, amuse
more
than my poems
a
whirlwind of energy.
Poetry
and a one-year old
make
bad company.
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Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor
currently living in Finland with her young family. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press,
UK. She blogs about writing at http://thistlewren.
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