Tearing leaves from an old notebook, putting together a folder for the research necessary for the next book – the plot of which is REALLY shaping up – I came across a sheet used within a workshop run by David Chapple for Eyre Writers, Port Lincoln.
Against the prompts on the left side of the page I had filled the dotted lines, resorting to verse when under pressure. Here goes:
I grew up in…. Mount Helena
Where the weather was always….fresh and the air was cleaner.
And the sound of that time…. is the Jane Brook running
Friends ….taught me the Kellys were always punning
Family …. taught me that’s ow we were perceived
And…. now I live to be believed
Today ….I am as truthful as I ever can be
Tomorrow …. is when I deceive only me.
I wish …. I had not seen the vision of my future self
I’ve become accustomed to ….leaving the ream on the shelf
I know ….that my hope is that when I am dead
and ….you read my writing in the years ahead.
