Yorkshire Writers' Lunch

SUPERMARKET GREETERS (Short Rhyming Poem) About five metres from supermarket greeters Miss Rosie gave birth on the shop room floor. Mr Mark Peters of those supermarket greeters Welcomed her baby through automatic doors. CLAIRE E HUGHES (Clerihew) Claire E Hughes truly did not choose to be named after a poetic form.  Social disgrace in a perfect storm.  Claire E Hughes has never perused comic verse of any style or kind.  She just wants to leave all that behind. Claire E Hughes left me battered and bruised when I penned this three-stanza warning. That woman is not for scorning...  HUMMING THE CHORUSES (Free Verse) Am I the only one who hums? Am I the only one who hums conundrums like: How the A-Team theme can be heard and seen from Both Sides Now? How You Are My Sunshine,  My Only Sunshine during The Great Escape? How There Are  Nine Million Bicycles  In...

Yesterday I was walking down a track by a field. About fifty rooks had gathered in some trees beside the track and were making a hell of a racket in the low afternoon sunshine. It was like they were all talking at once about some massive breaking news in rook-world. Rooks are social creatures, and so are we. The daily walks with Jerry, my Golden Retriever, are an essential part of my writing process. When I set off from the house I don't think about anything in a conscious way. Then, usually about half way through the walk, or when fifty rooks strike up a conversation, some ideas ping into my head like notifications on a mobile phone. It may be a scene in a chapter which needs changing, an idea for a blog post, or a few lines of a poem. For me, sitting down at a computer or a pad of paper does not usually produce inspiration. I need the free thinking time first. After the country track, my walk takes me by some houses and across a busy road. Occasionally I meet a human being, b...