The Lingerers' Renga
The Write Out Loud little Big weekend is over, and on the final day for those who lingered, there was Renga. each one of the remaining poets contributed to this one and, there should be several more being posted over the next few days. Have a squint at the photos in Galleries to see up to what we got.
They don't always have to scan, do they?
Two hours to Chorley
And the weather’s bad.
To Mankinholes came
the sane and the mad.
Them bi-polar poets
smiling as they write
about their dead dads.
Convivial, primeval, aural and rural,
That is Mankinholes with the sun.
I’d like to thank you for this
weekend, all is one, is one.
The sanity and vanity
Were washed away with brevity
And loony lines were all that stayed behind
But some will have a ticker-tape vision
Dance along the road and across the horizon
I found a child’s red macintosh
Draped over a stone sheep
Matter out of place, I took it to keep.
Take this paper from me,
it’s such a trouble,
my memory though, won’t
prick the bubble