As part of the May Mayhem challenge, I wrote two poems this month.
For the first, I took the acknowledgements from my novel, Neither Here Nor There, and turned them into rhyming verses.
Acknowledgements for Neither Here Nor There
Gill reappeared from a thorny past —
One that I had tried to cast
Away. She helped me understand
Myself, and taking me by the hand,
With friendship, advice and support,
She showed me the ball was in my court
And told me with tact and sobriety
All about social anxiety.
I joined a local writing group.
Its members formed a merry troupe.
They helped me learn how to write,
Critiquing till I saw some light.
Of David the mentor I’m in awe.
He always finds what no one saw.
Judy, who ran my other group,
Brought fresh ideas into my hoop.
Romance themed Sally’s excellent workshop,
Where I created a heroine and a heartthrob,
And devised a plot with conflicts in heaps
That threatened to separate these struggling young peeps.
Sue and Gail, course-made friends,
Critiqued my drafts from beginnings to ends,
Turning the words that came from my head
Into a novel that could be read.
I hadn’t let anyone close to me read,
Expecting disapproval I didn’t need.
But after acceptance Other Half found
Bloopers. So glad they left the ground.
Crooked Cat Publishers, Steph and Laurence,
Introduced me to authors in their torrents,
And produced an opus with delightful cover,
My name below its troubled lover.
A big THANK YOU to those and others, for they
Provided support and showed me the way.
Here are the original acknowledgements for comparison:
Several people made this novel possible and I will always be grateful to them.
Gill Downs, who has been my friend, advisor and supporter ever since we remet twelve years ago.
David Brauner and Judy Labensohn, who taught me about writing.
Sally Quilford, who ran the excellent pocket novel workshop that led me to consider writing a romance.
Sue Barnard and Gail Richards, who spared no time or effort in helping to turn my draft into a real novel.
David Drori, who pointed out several problems when I thought there were no more left.
Laurence and Steph Patterson of Crooked Cat Publishing, who accepted me into their warm basket of cats and used their professional expertise to produce a volume of high calibre.
Thank you to all, and to everyone else who gave me encouragement along the way.
In a rather nonsensical poem, I varied the number of lines in each verse: 9, 7, 5, 3, 1. Someone has probably done this before and given the form a name.
I wonder why
There is no Y
That I can spy
In “shepherd’s pie”
But there is a Y
In “your red tie”
Which lost its dye
In a wash that I
Set too high.
It makes me sigh
And even cry
When in your eye
I see that I
Am seen as shy.
It’s a lie
That I decry.
The bread that I
Like best is rye.
It makes my
Does that apply?
By the by.
I’ll tell you how well I did with the challenge in another post, later today. Sorry it has to be today because it’s the end of the month. See you soon….