Thoughts on a Warm Summer Morning.

Lovely waking up to sunshine.
Good. The first line of a poem is buzzing around in my head.
Mustn’t waste such a beautiful day.
Take mug of tea, paper, and pen into garden, sit on bench and write poem.
Vague outline of second poem in head as well!
This sun is lovely.
On a day like this Jilly Cooper’s female writers sit outside, bare breasted, with a jug of Pimms and a handsome youth to hand as it were.
Don’t think about it. Act your age.
Better go indoors and put the poem on the computer for easier editing.
Shame to go indoors.
The grass needs cutting.
Do it later.
It needs cutting badly.
Go - indoors - and - write - the - poem.
Chilly inside. Could have stayed out a little longer.
Look at that dirty skirting board.
Push the side table in front of it.
Must bring bookcase in from garage.
Wish I was Jilly Cooper.
Hang on. Jilly Cooper thought will make good intro for article.
Mustn’t forget the poem.
That wall needs painting.
Why did I think I could write an article?
Why do I think I can write at all?
Better check the washing.
Come on, come on. Spit it out.
Have a cigarette.
Ok: forget the article, stick to the poem.
What poem?