Losing the plot?...

Hello everyone!
So, I think I must need my head testing! Having just spent two days in Oxfordshire on work business, still chipping away at my 50,000 words - a journey which has dipped my toe in religion, and immersed me in an investigation into existentialism, trying to write some poems now and then, I think, officially, I have bitten off more than I can chew! In need of a bit of light relief I thought I'd blog here and say, THANKS! To everyone who commented about my recent success. I'm not sure whether I'm okay to post the poem or not so I'll keep hold of it for the moment. Instead, and as Heather bullied me (just kidding !) I'll post my Villanelle from the recent, and very fun, poetry night:

Missing

Please help me, have you seen my son?
He was right here only a second ago.
I turned for just a moment and he was gone.

We were on our way to the park for some fun
I had him by the hand, and he let go.
Please help me, have you seen my son?

It’s all my fault, oh what have I done?
My boy, he’s only 4 years old you know,
I turned for just a moment and he was gone.

He was wearing trousers with pockets on the knee,
and a t-shirt egg yolk yellow.
Please help me, have you seen my son?

He’d asked me if it was okay to run
I said not to wander, I told him so.
I turned for just a moment and he was gone

Has anyone seen him, please help me, anyone?
No wait…excuse me…are you listening, hello?
Please help me, have you seen my son?
I turned for just a moment and he was gone.


And I think, can I also say officially THANKS! to Heather for organising the poetry night. It was a really fun night, despite the wrist-slitting depressiveness of the poetry! And my son is learning about poetry at school at the moment so we dug out his Spike Milligan book and had some laughs at home too!

Look forward to seeing you all at the launch night.