This sort of tumbled into my brain in the early hours of this morning, somwhere around breakfast time. I make no apologise for the patrotic theme.

( Avalon is Empty )

So  I ended up doing more than my usual amount of writing last night. Don't ask me why. Here it all is anyway. Sorry for the length of this post.

( Random Ramblings )

A poem I wrote last night. Nothing against any of you. Just how I feel.

( She Knows )

( Rambly Ramblings )

( Anecdotes and Rambling )

Well I said I would try and write a poem titled Springtime Bohemian and last night I did. It's different from my usual stuff and a lot less tortured than usual. I hope you like it.

Also had lunch with Phantomreviewer and got to hear some of her poetry. Absolutly brilliant.

( Springtime Bohemian )

Well I can't say I'm not a poet any more. I just tottered up the amount I've written so far.

95!!!!!

Guess I'll have to stop complaning and accept it.

Still intend to work on my prose though. My prose isn't bad really.

Is it?

I think I'm going to try and make a poem out of this post title. It feels like a poem

Oh to be in England,
Now that April's here,
And whoever walks in England,
Sees,  some morning unaware
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the Orchard Boughs
In England - now!
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A meme taken from gwaithgweneth while I take a break from essay writing

If you see this post a poem in your own LJ.

( Puck's Song )

So another afternoon spent with Phantomreviewer, drinking various warming drinks and chatting about nothing very much for an hour or so. It was nice. Very nice indeed.

And as a late Chritmas present she has given me a beautiful poetry anthology and taken the time to mark some of her favourites. Thanks Phantom. It's perfect.

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