I arrive at the Irish Writers’ Centre, it’s Publishing Day
Networking with fellow writers & then I’m out to play
It’s an early start & I’m feeling somewhat tired
A second coffee serves to wake me up, I’m wired.
I’ll keep on rhyming as the day unfolds
Excited to be here, no idea what it holds
2 talks then a lunch break, to the Hugh Lane Café next door
I fill up on soup ‘til I can’t eat anymore.
Back to the Writers’ Centre for 2 more presentations
Sitting still so long is testing my patience
A call from my sister, time for me to run
No, Publishing Day wasn’t much fun.
We celebrate my sister’s 50th tonight
With wining & dining, we’ll be in full flight
To Kilruddery House, we are hosted in the barn
The cuisine is fantastic, foraged from their farm.
Then it’s back to my sister’s, I feel I might explode
It’s nice to take a walk, we amble down the road.
A starlit country lane, not a sinner in sight
The mood is mighty, a delightful night
Our cabs arrive & we scramble inside
Not far to go, we enjoy the ride.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 