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> > > Yeh, if it appears it sounds as if it'd be fun to read! > > Bob > > >Itīs due to appear in issue 35 of Borderlines under the title Dining Out. Actually it was due in December but I havenīt received a copy, but Iīm not panicking yet. Mike > > > > > And I guess the description you're giving me below has potential for > >poetry > > > as well! > > > Bob > > > > > > > > >.......I hope it has, Bob, `cos itīs from a poem! > > > > > >Mike > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >From: Mike Horwood <[log in to unmask]> > > > >Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]> > > > >To: [log in to unmask] > > > >Subject: Re: Deliberately getting....Bob > > > >Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 21:46:18 +0200 > > > > > > > > > Hello Bob, > > > > Thanks for your comments, glad you enjoyed it. Itīs > > > >interesting that you should wonder about extending the narrative > >because > > > >this is one from a sequence that now runs to about 30 poems, though > >thereīs > > > >nothing really so coherent as a narrative, there are dominant themes > >and > > > >images. You meet the same characters again. > > > >Visualise-wise (nice phrase)- Does this help?: 20s; medium height; > >slim; > > > >long, straight, almost black hair; sloe eyes and that special > >creaminess of > > > >a dark-haired womanīs skin. I watched her once work her blade the > >length of > > > >a sole and seperate flesh from bone and, do you know, I never felt a > >thing! > > > >Funny old world ainīt it? > > > > > > > > > > > >Best wishes, Mike > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Hi Mike, > > > > > I'm enjoying this, I find I can visualise all the characters - > >except > > > >the > > > > > "she" - and that puzzzles me! It could be that's part of why I like > >the > > > >poem > > > > > so much but I just can't see her either in my eyes or through the > >eyes > > > >of > > > > > anyone else in the poem. I guess I'm frustrated because I know the > > > >narrator > > > > > still has a vivid memory, a memory, I assume, that's very visual as > >well > > > >as > > > > > aural. > > > > > Have you thought of having a companion piece that's a short story? > >It's > > > >a > > > > > piece that, I suspect, could well be both. And it might be that a > >short > > > > > story form might all opportunity for more description - not just > > > >appearence > > > > > - that might prompt a word or two for the poem? Just a thought... > > > > > Bob > > > > > Who's still trying so hard to visualise her! Has she curls, wavy > >hair, > > > > > glasses? Is she 20, 30, or Old! It still matters for me. > > > > > > > > > > >From: Mike Horwood <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > >Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > >To: [log in to unmask] > > > > > >Subject: New sub: Deliberately getting.... > > > > > >Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 12:03:24 +0200 > > > > > > > > > > > >Does this mean anything to anyone? > > > > > >p.s. you donīt need to understand the rules of cricket! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Deliberately Getting Out At Cricket > > > > > > > > > > > >She had a passion for the game > > > > > >and I would accompany her to matches, > > > > > >but she had to explain the rules > > > > > >and still I didnīt understand. > > > > > >" Cricketīs as varied as life," she said. > > > > > >"Itīs as complex," I replied. > > > > > > > > > > > >"You can learn a lot about a man > > > > > >from the way he plays cricket." > > > > > > > > > > > >In the school where she taught > > > > > >theyīd formed a team to play > > > > > >a neighbouring school. > > > > > >The boys whispered and laughed > > > > > >between overs; > > > > > >"If you hit the next ball, > > > > > >you have to moon beside the road." > > > > > >"If you donīt get out next over, > > > > > >you love Miss Mitchell." Grey-haired, > > > > > >tweed-skirted. Maths. > > > > > > > > > > > >The batsmanīs dismissal with the next ball > > > > > >was such blatant cricket suicide > > > > > >an enquiry was held next day. > > > > > > > > > > > >She took the case seriously. It had > > > > > >to do with honour, she told me, > > > > > >and not letting others down. "That player > > > > > >had betrayed his teammates." > > > > > > > > > > > >She watched closely, as if my reaction > > > > > >would show her who and what I was. > > > > > >I only said, "How bizarre." > > > > > >Her look seemed to accuse me > > > > > >of deliberately getting out at cricket. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Mike > > > > > > > > >