The Word! Poetry Workshop

A friend and I went to the Word! poetry workshop at the YMCA Theatre mainly out of curiosity. It was too small to sit at the back trying to look inconspicuous, so there was no escape. The first challenge was to write a poem about our journey to the workshop. We had five minutes. For someone who never writes and rarely reads poetry, this was a bit of a task.

                                    Walking along, bopping along,

                                    Startled by unseasonal sun.

                                    Greg keeps talking winter coats

                                    While I'm still feeling hot,

                                    He's telling me 'bout clothing shops.

                                    Curiosity killed the cat;

                                    What am I interloping at?

                                    The door is locked, my mind is clocked.

                                    To go or stay?

                                    Nothing else to do today;

                                    And now I'm trapped,

                                    Into trying to write a poem.