Ventured to this morning’s meeting of the local writing group with some trepidation. Having moved to the other side of the country and leaving an established writing group that I was a member of for about eight years, I wondered how my own accomplishments in writing might compare to this new group, and whether I would actually fit in. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. Such a friendly reception put me and my partner, also an émigré from the other side of England, immediately at ease Even the surprise of a writing exercise did not seem so daunting. Best of all, the convivial post-meeting meeting at the local coffee shop where everyone got to know each other much better, or should I say got to know us better, confirmed that we had found a group we wished to join. It’s great to find such sociability, especially at this time of year. I’m hopeful that the new group will help me produce some new writing.
S uch agonies should not be part
O f Advent. Chaotic shopping sprees.
C hristmas cards, turkeys and trees.
I nvitations to lost relations. ‘Add to cart?’
A mazon asks. Thoughtless gifts
B ought and expensively wrapped.
I n six months time, either scrapped,
L ost, but not healing the rifts
I ntended. And you don’t have money to burn,
T otting up more than you ever earn.
Y ule read the rules but never learn.