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Hello poetry people,
So this week I decided to get my butt into gear and send some poetry off to see if anyone wanted to include it in their magazine. As yet I am unpublished, unless you count the college magazine I ran with friends and included a poem in way back in 1987. (Nearly wrote 1897 there, May as well be the same they are both that long ago๐.)
The trouble with this is 99% of places wonโt accept submissions that have been published ANYWHERE at all, blogs included. Most places seem nice and Iโve sent off rather a lot of poems of different styles, lengths and ages just to see what happens - 49 in all - ๐ฎ shock, horror. And some of those were written specifically for the zine for their prompt. I expect every single one to be rejected. Itโs an experiment thatโs all.
But that now puts me is a sticky position in that I donโt know what to post for you all. I might post a piece thatโs amazing and then never be able to use it again, or I could post you stuff Iโm not keen on and then Iโm doing you all a disservice.
So I had a long look through my โback catalogueโ and found one that Iโm unlikely to send and I like it.
I do write about my dreams, and this one did happen, and if you know the running joke between Tennant and Sheen it will make sense.
In my dream โฆ
David Tenant is my friend,
Michael Sheen is nowhere
to be seen. David isnโt pompous
or rude, but listens and chats
whilst tending his children
as Georgia sits nearby.
Of course, in this dream,
Iโm 25 and thin and healthy
and sport naturally coloured
hair and David is just David
and kind. I know heโs a friend
and thatโs all I need to know.
Oh, and where Michael is.
And there, a poem about a dream. Do you write about your dreams? Do you dream in colour or black and white? Sound? Smells? Etc. As someone who has hyperphantasia my dreamworld is as vivid as real life and often just as draining.
Until next time.
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I dream in color and definitely sound. My oldest is a huge โGood Omensโ fan so this poem tickled me :).
Oh I share your hyperfantasia, and your love of the whole David Tennant/Michael Sheen thing! Did you see the priceless clip recently of Michael's dog and the Baftas?
Michael is a God hereabouts in Wales of course...