It appears I baited my breath for nothing!
After hotfooting it down to my nearest newsagent there to grab a copy of The Courier hot off the steaming press I was grief struck to discover that the article on Leamington Bloggers has not graced this week's pages!
How can they do this to us, my sweet salivating public?
Don't they care?
Harrumph. To be honest the hack I spoke to did say that it might be an article that they hold over until next week or the week after. I guess the news this week was just full of more interesting and entertaining morsels than me. Hard to believe I know. Oh well. Better cancel the press launch and the TV interview with Philip Schofield and Fern Britton. It seems I won't be appearing in Extras just yet...
But on other matters, my poetry reading at Warwick Castle went well and I met some lovely people. Karen, Ben and myself were made to feel very welcome and it was a fantastic venue in which to find ourselves. I'm glad to say I didn't make too big a fool of myself and got some very positive feedback.
Here as promised is the poem:
We found you in tussock, wheels up
like a shot donkey.
Spiders had grown the metal ribs
of your belly shut. Chrome
gleamed beneath the matted poultice
of gnats and bindweed.
Brushed off we knew the hill and you
were made for one moment.
Down as birds, eye-cornering, swing
across a fast sky.
Quickly you were not made for two.
I barely made it
passed the brink
and met the fierce angles of this world
headlong in tall grasses.
My mate tobogganed on and drove
your jolting government
hard against the sod, laughs flailing
into a cross wind,
your weights ox-ploughing twin grass-tracks
fast through muck and turf -
a railroad of whoops and curses
billowing clock seed
and thistle leaf - until the rough
jerk of wheel pivot
met hidden stone.
In my mind now he doesn’t stop
but rattles on, flag
in a long wind getting smaller,
his shouts like copper
on the tongue or an empty basket
over an edge of years