So the dog died. This wouldn’t be such a problem, but a strange thing happened. My dad phoned me and had a request… to write a poem for mum cause she’s really upset and wanted something to remind her of arnie, a bit like the poem I wrote for her as a xmas present.
what people hadn’t asked/realised…. is how the xmas poem came about.
I didn’t just sit down and write a poem before xmas and give it to mother. I wrote it during a particular ‘moment of clarity’ several years ago, when it was nowhere near xmas and had no-one inparticular in mind. It was a challenge for me, as my first ‘writing’ so it was pretty much a test of literacy ability. I wrote one more after that (henry and me) and then stopped.
Now years later, I’m out of ‘the moment’ and suddenly I get a request for a dead dog.
When I gave out the xmas poem I wasn’t asked, ‘how long did it take?’ ‘have you written many/any before?’ ‘why was that topic selected?’ ‘when was it written?’ ‘why was it written?’ etc… It was just accepted. Grateful tho I am, however, I’m not a poet. And writing about a dog, is not something that I feel I can do to the level of my previous writings. Will I try to?
maybe. Am I confident of a quality piece? not at all.