Reappearance
"Yorkshire Pudding" by Daniel Halksworth Having "come out" in my last blogpost, finally admitting through poetry that I am a poet, I tracked back through the annals of this ancient blog to find a poem that I posted years back. Yes - it was getting on for twenty years ago when I shared "Ode on Yorkshire Pudding" with an unsuspecting readership. Actually, in those days, my readership was exclusive which is often a euphemism for small. Where are they now... Alkelda the Gleeful, Brad the Gorilla, Hazed, By George and The Blind Winger Jones? And I was but a sprightly lad of fifty two. Poets are generally spurned and privately accused of being word-juggling weirdos. Coming out as a poet, I wonder if there's a liberation movement I might join with placards and marches and a certain unique colour for our lapel ribbons. Masses of poets descending upon London, raising our voices outside The Houses of Parliament... "What do we want?" "Poe...