Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Maureen Weldon: Why Do I Write?


Why do I write?
Is it to unfold, to pass
the day into the stars?

Tonight, a fox, very shy
almost looked me
in the eye. As I sat

on my back door step.
"I am addicted," I told him;
he ran away…

This is urban England
in a heat wave,
mid Summer dream. I love it.

My granddaughter was three
she is a delight.

So why do I write?
To record. To know.
Or, just to hold the nib

between my fingers?
To unfold,
to pass the day into the stars.

Maureen Weldon

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