Yes folks, next Monday I shall be behind the wheel. Don't bother to dress up - we shall just be meandering through the beautiful Yorkshire countryside - at a slow pace - going nowhere in particular. Don't even bother to wait at the bus stop - stand on the side of the road and we shall stop for you. The farmer will be on hand (in his flat cap of course) to hand out home--made blackberry whisky and/or sloe vodka and there will be heaps of Yorkshire Puddings (with onion gravy of course) for those who get a bit peckish.
We shall meander down lanes lined with cow parsley; the fields will be heart-breakingly yellow with buttercups; calves, lambs and foals will frolic in the fields and there will not be a muck-spreader in sight. The air will be full of little flying creatures and swallows, house martins and swifts trying to catch them. There will be bird song aplenty (if our resident blackbird has not sung himself hoarse by then).
Get the picture? So here is the challenge - a new one by bus-standards methinks.
You can write a poem about anything which roughly falls into the category of flora/fauna. Even the humble midge is included, and the earthworm and the tiniest wild flower. Take your pick, so to speak.
If that idea doesn't appeal to you - if you are a city-type and not keen on the countryside, then here is the alternative:- Still use the flora/fauna title but write using it as a metaphor (think Larkin's toad, Blake's rose and Plath's blackberry thorns for inspiration.
The world's your oyster (yes, even they are included).
I have had my first lesson in how to link - still a bit hazy but I shall try. If I can't do it then Dominic has promised to do it for me.
So - next Monday or sooner if you like - post your poem on your blog and send me a comment so that I know it is there - send me a link too if you can and then I will sort out a list.
PS The weather forecast is good so don't bother to bring your wellies.