I occasionally receive commercial requests for poems from businesses or charities.
These are fundamentally different from private commissions, which generally come from friends or family and often require humorous rhymes for birthdays, anniversaries or other social events.
The great majority of my writing, however, is recreational and for myself alone. The challenges are those I set myself.
Occasionally, when a topic has been designated for a forthcoming Guernsey Open Mic event, I find myself with a subject, a deadline and no poem written.
TIDES OF TIME
When I was never sober, young and single,
at closing time, Auld Pat would keep repeating
Time’s up, please gentlemen ...
time’s up now please!
his voice like tide retreating
but in my youthful, drunk elation,
half-legless, careless as a cat,
I gave no thought to time.
Time’s up now, gents!
I’ve learned the error of my ways in that.
Such cruel education.