Since I was on politics yesterday, I'll post some poetry today.  This is one of the poems I wrote for A363 this year.  It's a pantoum, a form of poetry I didn't know about and while it won't win any literary prizes, it's good practice to get you to think about line, form and rhyme.

The B and D lines become the A and C lines of the next stanza and the first line becomes the last line.  There are also 8 syllables on each line.  This isn't quite the original poem as I'm still working on it and will go back to it again, I'm sure.  But I hope you enjoy it.

Soon

Someday soon, I will think of you

and it will mean nothing to me.

You will be someone I once knew,

a wasted chance, a memory.

And it will mean nothing to me,

I will forget the nightshade kiss,

the wasted chance - a memory,

your presence too, I will not miss

I will forget the nightshade kiss

I will barely recall your name,

Your presence too, I will not miss

and no-one else but you to blame.

I will barely recall your name.

You will be someone, I once knew,

and no-one else but you to blame.

Someday soon, I may, think of you.