Sunday Poem – Penny Boxall

Really love this poem. The sea theme seems just right for me here, while I’m resident writer at the Dylan Thomas Boathouse. Thanks Kim Moore for the post! And check out http://www.blacksheepjournal.com later today for another from Black Sheep, too.

Kim Moore

I’m writing this from a motorway services station at midnight on Wednesday night.  It is a very strange place to be.  There are two men who are sitting in front of the slot machines – they’ve been there for the last half hour.  They probably think I’m just as strange though, sitting here with a laptop cursing at it because it won’t connect to the internet.  A family has just walked in who are using the baby feeding station to warm up a pizza which seems strange, but then it’s that or paying a ridiculous amount of money for a cake or a limp sandwich.

It is my sworn oath this year that no Sunday shall pass without a Sunday Poem being unleashed onto the world.  Unfortunately for my sworn oath, I only remembered at about 4pm today that I would be in Holland on Sunday, at a campsite, maybe…

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