Sorry You Missed Us

People supporting Armed Forces Day, leaving the Steyne

Umbrella’s up – racing to get out of the rain

Their duty done, tombola tickets bought

And sympathy extended to the belly dancers

Gyrating in the breeze, smiling at the applause.

Now homeward bound along the prom

Coat collars up, hoods hiding hair.

A coach load of day trippers from Wales

Running from the windy pier – glad to be going home.

This is Worthing on a cold summer Saturday.

Even with the Artists’ trail to follow

It is not a place to stand and stare

Or look at a flapping gazebo of books.

Six local authors see their hopes

Swept away as folk speed past.

The weather beat us, as we shivered,

Our precious offerings ignored.

“I’ll come back” said one lady,

“I’m doing the trail – you’ll still be here?”

A young man stopped, demonstrating to his friends

He could appreciate words on a page

But gave an excuse, leaving without a book.

A huddle of students ran across the road, not looking back

We stayed, unnoticed, shivering in the wind

So sorry you missed us.

 

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Marking time

The pantomime has been put on hold as I realised that, although when I wrote it the references were topical, things change so quickly that the world could seem a very different place by Christmas. No matter, I have had a great response from folk who want to participate and I have noted their contact numbers for when I have updated the script.

The poetry anthology is nearly ready. I don’t know how many pages it will be until we get the layout right but there is a fine mix of thoughtful and funny verses.

I am about to revamp my website to emphasise the fact that I am happy to give talks. At the moment the books take centre stage but only the most recent one seems to be selling and the others deserve a look, especially “Never Run Away.” Every time we go to Morrisons I think of the action on the railway line in the story. Morrisons have changed the road layout and a lot of people are getting confused by the new one way system. Time will tell if it is an improvement.

Recording

I have just returned from recording a magazine for the Voice of Progress, a local newspaper for the blind. I was lucky enough to meet a folk singer/song writer who had had a fascinating background and who was willing to share it with our listeners and sing a few songs while he played the guitar.

Littlehampton and Worthing are fortunate in having this facility where free discs are sent to people who have registered with the charity so that they can hear local news and listen to items chosen by the readers, which can include pieces about history, travel nature, music and, in my case, poems and stories. I’ll add a couple of verses from one of the poems I used this morning.

Wonderful Worthing.

Sunny Worthing is the place to stay

A town between the South Downs and the sea

Maybe you’ll never want to go away

So much to entertain you, here, is free.

There’s festivals, parades and fairs and fun

There’s jazz and folk and organ concerts too

There’s parks for younger ones to climb and run

And artists’ open housesĀ – all to view.

 

Publication!

There was I , trying, unsuccessfully,to get a photo of the magpies pulling twigs off the silver birch tree to make nests ( through the kitchen window) when Hubby brought in the paper.

To my surprise and delight they had printed a letter I sent. Now to sit back and see if there are any repercussions.I was sticking up for Worthing which has been in the press recently due to the average age of the population.What people don’t seem to recognise is that folk here live longer because it is suited to a relaxed and yet sociable lifestyle.

There’s no doubt that one of the advantages is the creative atmosphere. I would never have imagined I could write six novels in ten years until we moved here.

I have also dug out some poems,mostly about birds, colours and getting fit – ready for my next recording for the Voice of Progress.