(after Horace Ode 1:26 Musis amicus)
and I’m off to join the fairies yet again.
I couldn’t give a damn which Imam rules
the oil supply nor what financial whiz-kids
cocooned inside the City’s one square mile
drone on about; forget them. But I ask
that those who see things through a writer’s eye
praise poets like Katrina, Jackie, Cynthia.
These women are my source of inspiration.
Without such feisty poets I’d be lost.
They plummet hidden depths to pluck out words
and make them burn forever in our souls.
Note: The poem refers to Jackie Litherland and Cynthia Fuller, Wearside poets and Katrina Porteous, from Northumberland. All three are gritty, determined yet gentle women poets who work vigorously at their art.