oh, sweet

"Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast chopped off thine foreskin, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not chopped of their foreskins, and yet have believed." John 20:29 Noah is so loved because he is by far the most Excellent character in the Bible: "And Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard: And he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent. And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw the nakedness of his father, and told his two brethren without. And Shem and Japheth took a garment, and laid it upon both their shoulders, and went backward, and covered the nakedness of their father; and their faces were backward, and they saw not their father's nakedness. And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son had done unto him. And he said, Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren." Genesis 9:20-25 Moral of the story? If you see your drunken father passed out naked on his tent, then you should be enslaved. What wisdom.

(psst) Roquefort.

I saw the tree reference but shouldn't you be standing not sitting? Wouldn't moss more likely grow on your limbs than your hands? At first it seems like the tree is a metaphor for how long you waited there but then it starts to imply an actual transformation into the tree which would be really cool but you'd need to say "My feet took root" and "moss grew over my hands" To bring out the actualness of it. If you go the symbolic route then the moss and the rooted feet have both symbolic and tree meanings (Like a tree I'm rooted here. I must have waited long if moss is growing on me) but leaves growing out of your fingers is too impossible to carry the double meaning so it must indicate an actual or perceived transformation by the narrator. Even so I really liked the poem and it's images.

Their is an open mic poetry night at the tin angel pub in coventry which is cool but feel disillusioned by where poetry isn't going. I've accepted I'm flawed but think you can make a better point with some poetry read aloud, for instance it can be more moving, funny, and reactions can be gauged which can change you as a writer. For national poetry day my city which is home to Phillip Larkin (Coventry) has not got a single worthy thing planned around poetry. Time for anarchy - well its that or the polish working mens club reading with no teeth. Where do you plan to go with your writing?

That must have been quite some rave, and if its like that, where can I get hold of this gluwein?

Agreed. On a personal note, if the lady on the bridge is a real person, I'll eat a hat.