Today is #PoetryDayUK apparently, and my friends that tweet on behalf of WoWPetition suggested a WoW Petition Poetry book. Good idea, if it gets people using poetry.
Poetry is a much maligned form of communication, it takes a lot of thought and a fair smattering of vocabulary. It can't take a lot of brains as Rappers do it (sorry Rappers).
So I thought I'd better get started, and, as a fair shot, I decided to blog a one-hit poem about disability. I promise you the poem below came out in one go, no editing and re-editing like I have the first few paragraphs! Oh, I will come back and add a title, the poem will suggest it.
Hidden Pain
It can't be seen or measured up,
It can't be cured with a click,
It can't be fixed by a suture's stitch
Or by visiting a local witch.
The government think it really simple,
You can see it like a dimple.
Pain comes upon a simple scale
Like a colour dark or pale.
Now think real hard just for me
About some pain that used to be
Now on a scale of one to ten
Say how it hurt and when?
So if I walk for twenty yards
Tomorrow's pain is on the cards
But I can do it so you see,
DLA is not for me!
