I spent the afternoon at Olveston working and reworking a couple of poems. They weren’t cooperating so I headed downstairs and out into the garden to give my head an airing! I was determined to finish these poems despite their resistance. I sat outside, listened to the weather changing, and watched the storm clouds gathering. I’d only just entered the conservatory when it broke. No, not the conservatory, the storm!
While I was looking at the plants I decided I should go back and tackle both poems from a new angle. Maybe rearrange the verses, maybe start again, maybe if I read them out loud I’d hear where they were stumbling.
By this time the wind was roaring and rain was pelting down so I raced indoors, climbed the stairs and set to work again. One poem very happily settled down once I reversed her. But the reading aloud idea wasn’t going to happen today. I would have had to roar to hear myself above the storm. Besides there was a tour group in the house, a loud voice coming from behind a door in a roped off area would have been slightly disconcerting.
And the other poem? Well we had a falling out. I’ve decided to leave her for a week, tackle her again when it’s winter.