I had a wonderful day, chatting with the other stallholders, and visiting the fabulous ‘UntetheredGallery’.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word “Ahead.” Needless to say, as a member of the Creative Geelong Group, I will always be “Ahead.” To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here.
Visiting the Untethered Gallery. The displays that captured my imagination …
The Other Stallholders.
Above Left, Jen Cromaty, the proprietor of the ‘Untethered Gallery’
The weather was not kind For our Makers Market Day The afternoon was wet with an icy wind Which naturally kept the crowd away
I did not sell any books But again, my poem lucky Dip pot It was an intriguing and delightful success As all the envelopes contained my web address And I had some happy customers Who said they followed my website Their kind words have made my night
I’m driving along Beach Parade Which overlooks the shimmering bay and flocks of seagulls are flying every-which-way
I’m on the way to my Market Day Where my poetry books will be on display Hopefully, I will sell a few more today
I had to leave Frankie at home for the day He’s a well-behaved doggie, and he should be okay With his water bowl and food tray
He has a book to gnaw on, by Hemingway that I gave to him for his birthday Also, he likes chasing the seagulls away But actually, he’ll sleep most of the day
I am running a stall opposite the mall at the Creative Geelong Indoor Market in Centrepoint Arcade, Little Malop Street, Geelong. Come along and say hello, and check out my “Three Self-published Books”: Tullawalla, Perceptions, and my new creation Until Eyes Hear Sound
Below my poem “Time Strolls” is one of my favourites from my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound” and I thought it would be an appropriate piece for my day at the Market.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word; Chemistry … please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. … and hopefully, my poetry Books possess the right “Chemistry” to attract the Market’s buyers
Time Strolls From “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, Chapter 4, The New World? Same Universe!, page 49
I am no sleepy koala Nor a pretty brolga I am stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga An old scribe from Tullawalla
You cannot feel my heart Nor can you see my star chart I am an astronaut without a spacecraft An old pilot from the lost Ark
I am not flying alone in the dark Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks I am a dreamer fishing for humanities restart An old disciple waiting to disembark
Until Eyes Hear Sound Not available on Lulu or Amazon yet … but you may purchase it from me, via this web page or my email >> ivorrs20@gmail.com
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