Today I am presenting the 2nd poem to be selected in “Prolific Pulse’s” fantastic Anthology, “Cadence”, That’s What Friends Are For Thank you to the editors, Lisa and Zanate for their kind consideration. >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/
That’s What Friends Are For(Cadence Anthology, by Ivor Steven)
“Help!” yelled Billy the Bee Who was stuck, knee-deep In the storm’s fallen debris “I’ll be there as quickly as my body can shuffle along” Said Charlie, the concerned caterpillar
“My tiny toes are trapped and I cannot fly free” Burbled Billy Charlie sways and cleverly uses his snout To nudge the broken branches aside And in a jiffy Billy was able to wriggle free
A relieved Billy Blessedly buzzed over Charlie “Thank you kindly for your gracious help my dear friend” “That’s what friends are for” Cheered Charlie the caterpillar
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
Hello dear friends and followers, here is my report/summary of my four-day trip away to the “Clunes Booktown Festival”
* Thursday Evening.After dinner, I was out walking Frankie, and when we returned home there wasa special parcel on my doorstep, a freshly baked fruitcake, for me to enjoy while I was busy at the bookstall. (Thank you to Roberta, a fellow daily walker) * Friday Lunchtime.My brother and sister arrive from Ballarat to take me, Frankie, and my Car back to Ballarat(My siblings understand my deficiencies) * Friday 3.30 pm.I drove up to Clunes (only 15 mins from Ballarat) to set up my bookstall. There were no tables in my allocated Marquee, but after phone calls to the appropriate organizers, the tables were eventually located and placed in the Marquee.
Friday afternoon, waiting for a table – Agatha’s, Lounge & Wine Bar
* Friday 6.00 pm.I found a quaint bar to chat and drink with other authors before we attended the “Introduction Event”. At 7.30 pm I was super tired and decided to head back to my sister’s in Ballarat for dinner and a well-earned rest.
The Clunes Town Hall and other historical buildings in Clunes.
. * Saturday 8.15 am. I headed off to the Clunes Festival for a 9.00 am start and I met the other vendors in our Marquee.
My neighbours, Karen and Damien
Our Marquee held ten Book Stalls
Overall, not many books were sold, however, I had a wonderful time chatting with customers, and my “Lucky Dip Bucket, Take a Poem Home”, was extremely popular.
Saturday 5.00pm.It was time to close up and head home to Ballarat.
Sunday Morning.Another 9.00am start, but I decided to take Frankie to the Festival as my little helper.While walking from the car to the Marquee, a young lady kindly offered to carry Frankie’s fold-up camp chair. I thanked “Louise” for friendly assistance, and later on she came to my stall and purchased a copy of “Until Eyes Hear Sound”.
He instantly became the centre of attention, which coincided with my increased book sales. We finally shut shop at 4.00 pm, by which time I was definitely looking forward to the Clunes Booktown Festival’s closing chapter. While we were packing up, a young lass from the “Phairytale Bookfolds” stall in our Marquee, presented me with a magical gift, which personified the friendly aura within our Marquee, and the little “Bookmouse” was a perfect finale to an amazing weekend.
Monday Morning. After a long and restful sleep, it was time for me and Frank to return to Geelong, again with the invaluable assistance of my wonderful siblings. (heartfelt thanks to Miffy & Lawrie)
Featured Image Above: A photo of the Geelong Library, affectionately known as “The Dome”
Seven days ago I posted a poem called “Stars”, a piece about “The Dome Poets” Christmas Party ‘brunch’, and where we were each to bring a short poem about our poetrygroup (Secret), which was then folded and drawn from a hat, and recited by the drawer. Today I am presenting a poem from that Day, by a fellow ‘Dome Poet’, Emma, and the piece was a Christmas Ode about ‘me’ , and Emma kindly gave me her poem, “The Wordmaster” (attached below) when the party concluded …
Last Sunday morning I attended the “The Dome Poets” Christmas Party ‘brunch’, and we were each to bring a short poem about our poetrygroup (Secret), which was then folded and drawn from a hat, and recited by the drawer, and then we had to guess who wrote the poem … A very enjoyable session indeed, but I didn’t guess the authors too well … Haha, I got mine right! and one other …
Featured Image Above: The Dome Poets Group, taken at our Anthology book launch in June
Stars (My Poem, for the Dome Poetry Christmas Party)
The cheery crowd were having a good old-fashioned Irish Gathering, enjoying the traditional Irish Guinness and the jovial Irish Music, by two fabulous bands (while Iwas there) … “Madigans Wake” and “The Poachers”, Videos Attached Below
The two Irish Music Bands, “Madigan’s Wake” and “The Poachers”
Me with a Guinness and smile and some of the happy patrons
Late afternoon and it was crowded … we had a good spot behind the sound mixer.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 