On writing poetry, by Susan Sanderson
During lockdown I joined in a poetry challenge almost every week. Some of the challenges were easier than others. The one I am writing about here involved writing five eight-line verses using particular words. Lockdown had been eased by this time. The prompts for each verse were published a week apart, so it was impossible to predict how the poem would develop. By the time I read the prompts for weeks three, four and five, I had upset someone and was upset myself. The early verses fitted with the emotions I was experiencing and the poem seems (at least to me) to be seamless in spite of the way in which it was written. I have listed the words I included from the prompt for each octave below the poem. Ups and downs of life Sometimes life feels like Sisyphus’ boulder. No-one rolls out the red carpet for us; Sometimes they give us the cold shoulder And don’t even drink coffee with us. We needn’t keep feeling hard done by. Although some tasks are repetitive, Thinking of others...