Get Together

At last night’s poet’s party

Among the passages well known

I listened out for anecdotes

But found I had to hold my own

When asked about my latest book

I said the one before was doing well

As for now it’s work in progress

So how it’s doing I can’t tell

Oh really, who’s your publisher?

I thought I’d better write that right

For although I’ve sent out manuscripts

So far, I haven’t had a bight

The party circles spun like clockwork

Till the mainspring now unwound

Let hush descend and call the end

The windup words sang out profound

Then as the room returned to form

Once again with empty pages

All nagging doubts had taken flight

The way that vacant disengages


Bight -

• "Pete finally settled on an arrangement that he was happy with, consisting of a butterfly and a long loop leading to a bowline on the bight." Oxford Dictionaries.