This week’s photo challenge is ‘Look up‘. Most people take their photos from the top of the Eiffel Tower or in front of it, but this a view from underneath. Let me know what you think!
If you’re still reading (and have noticed my *ahem* prolonged absence) I just want to apologise for the unintended hiatus. Blogging has always been a precarious activity for me, and one I’m best at when I have just the right number of other tasks to complete. It is my refuge when I have to read four books a week, but becomes bit too much when exams come around. On the other hand, when I find myself with nearly nothing to do, I lose the drive to be productive. I let ideas sit in my head instead of churning them out and posting them.
I’m using the weekly photo challenge as a step back into the blogging world. This website has seen more activity in the past few years than ever before, and I don’t want to ruin that. So hopefully, this post is the first of more to come this month. Rest assured that some Friday Fictioneers and Resolution Recaps are on their way, along with the usual ramblings and rants (and lots of alliteration, it seems).
Stay tuned, and until next time!
In an old creative writing class, we wrote poems modelled on a section of the poem ‘Jubilate Agno’ by Christopher Smart, known as ‘For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry’. I chose, during this time, to consider my bus driver.
Since I wrote this poem, my home has changed and the bus drivers have changed, but most of this still applies…
My Bus Driver
For I will consider my bus driver
For he sees me running almost every morning to catch the bus
For who changes everyday but always drives too slow
For he is sometimes grumpy and sometimes happy
For he scrutinises my bus pass one day and ignores it the next
For he drives me to school from home, and back again
For he asks people to move to the back of the bus when it gets too crowded
(For it always gets too crowded)
For he honks suddenly and scares the living daylights out of car drivers
For he doesn’t stop long enough and old ladies yell at him
For he is almost always late and almost always makes me late
For he is why I usually just walk.
Note: currently revising for exams. Be back soon!
Thanks for reading, and until next time!
Photo by Josh Wilburne, licensed under Creative Commons Zero