You look at me with green, accusing eyes.
There is no room upon my lap,
supplanted by computer.
I realised too late,
I have no poem today.
The Month of Fools
has had its fill of me,
(or I of it).
My day was filled with other stuff,
– returning on another train –
but I’ve exhausted those
(or they’ve exhausted me).
Abandoned by my words,
ungraciously acknowledging,
I must admit defeat.
Linda Rushby 4 April 2022
Southsea Storytellers 