Poetry

Poetry. Something literary in this world I've never understood. Sure I've read some kids poems and one of the famous poems from Wind in the Willows (Ducks' Ditty) was actually a song in our family but poetry hasn't ever been part of my life...until now.

If you've read my recent posts you'll know I'm on a bit of a literary conquest. At some point I'd like to read Proust, Tolstoy and maybe finally manage to get in to Jane Austen (someone I just can't seem to read). However at the moment I'm reading something simpler and so I have a little time to look at some poetry. Now because I'm so ignorant when it comes to poetry I called on the help of my Mum. She is big on poetry and has been reading it to me every so often and then we talk about it afterwards.

What has this got to do with the price of eggs in London you ask? Well tonight I'm proud to say I just read my first ever adult poem all on my own. And I reckon I actually understood it. For the most part anyway. The poem was called Qua Cursum Ventus and was by A.H. Clough. It's about some ships and wasn't too hard.

Perhaps this poetry this isn't that complicated after all.