The strap line for this blog includes “text”, and I haven’t really mentioned it much.
I feel I should, as the whole point of doing this was to get feedback, a critique, some discussion at least.
I only started writing at the end of last year. The work I have been doing about children and parents, I felt, needed a soundtrack, so I started looking for a lullaby. I couldn’t find one that said the right things. So I wrote my own. With the help of Dan Whitehouse ( www.dan-whitehouse.com ), it now has a melody, thanks to a process that included much tinkering and emailing of mp3 files backwards and forwards… talk about steep learning curve! I’m hoping that we will be able to record it properly later in the summer. Then I might reveal it to you in all it’s glory!
But meanwhile, I’ve opened the floodgates it seems… I’ve written quite a lot of stuff – some I’m quite happy with, some rubbish. But i do feel I should expose some of this writing here. So I’ve chosen the piece I wrote about and then stitched onto, the petticoat… there’s a mention and photo of it in an earlier post.
I’m new to this writing lark, so would welcome helpful criticism:
Parts of me, and my life are worn out, torn, threadbare.
In need of repair.
Some bits you can see through
Some bits you don’t dare.
Holes have been abandoned.
Unloved homes of old.
Some holes have been darned, embroidered, are bold.
Blatant rips in the fabric, rules disobeyed.
Some tears are pulled together by me,
Stitched up to hope they go unnoticed.
Some pinned together by my friends, embarrassed
My life as ancient petticoat
Covered by a respectable layer,
Only shown to a few,
Those who love me whatever.
Yellowed with age, spotted and stained
With mishaps, accidents and deliberate attacks
Parts of me and my petticoat are unwearable,
So I cover them up.
But I’m told those are the best bits,
The Greatest Hits
The bits you love me for.