Poetry Folder

I’ve had a great time today sorting out an ancient folder of poems. It’s stuffed full of scraps of paper with scribbled bits of poems on them. There’s so much rubbish. But there’s a lot of interesting things too.

There’s a copy of a schools talk I once did.  A bit of the talk says:

‘I once wrote a poem for a friend of mine who had brought me some flowers. I was in a bit of a grump with this friend, so I started the poem off with the line

He has brought me chrysanthemums and he doesn’t know they smell like dead people’

Dear Reader, I married him. He has never brought me chrysanthemums again.

Here’s the poem. By Trudi Murray in 1993!




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