Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Six Promises To A Future Lover

I read this poem at the Cuisle International Poetry Festival Slam last Saturday, where it did about as well as I thought, eg: not good enough to get into the finals. I am happy with the way it plays with time and tenses, something I'm trying to do more lately. In real life, I mean.

I suppose I should have let you all know about the Festival ahead of time, but I was just too busy enjoying a wonderful line-up of guests, partying well into the night, dancing salsa, and maybe even falling in love. Besides, even if I'd told, you weren't about to come all the way to Limerick for some poetry were you? Now admit it!

[Actually, I've removed this poem so it is not considered "published". I have high hopes for it!]


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