Had an extremely irritating, tiring and stressful day today! I was travelling between Cheltenham and Bath on what should have been a simple journey but thanks to a phone that didn’t want to make outgoing calls, a complete absence of taxis at the taxi ranks in Cheltenham and problems with signalling at Bath which meant my train was diverted, it meant my so-called simple journey became an epic trek! So the last thing I feel like doing right now is writing a poem. Hence in best Blue Peter tradition, here’s one I wrote earlier.
Hank William’s Voice
A nasal whine that sounded like
The whistle of a train
But held such a compelling note
That made it sustain
In the hearts and minds of men and women
Like the memory of pain.