The problem with elephants

is that they're just not poetic enough.

Pachyderm...oliphant...Loxodonta africana...Elephas maximus...

Even starlings can sound sexy in a poem.

But elephants..?

I am reading...

'Theatre for Children: A Guide to Writing, Adapting, Directing & Acting'

Tennessee Williams 'The Glass Menagerie'

Samuel Beckett 'Waiting for Godot'

Teach Yourself:'Writing a Play'.

Jon Stone 'Scare-Crows'

C.K. Williams 'Wait'

Baaaa....

After weeks of moaning to friends about how I was so going to hate doing poetry, I discovered that, hey, it wasn't so bad after all.

Then, I entered a poem (one written in class) into a magazine competition.

Then, last week, I heard that this poem is one of two runners up in the competition and will be published in their magazine.

Then, realising that this was the first poetry competition I'd ever entered, and officially only the second poem written as an adult, and that I'd spent a long long long long time grumbling about poetry...I felt rather sheepish.

Baaaa.