I read my cordial
poems, while the poets sip
the flowers' clear gift.
16 July 2008
The 3rd in the "trilogy" of elderflower poems. I had the 3rd meeting of the East London Stanza at my house on the 13th, and served the attendees my home-made, elderflower cordial, while I read the 2nd poem. Because one of the guys had not heard the first one, and (as usual) there were only three of us (though always one new person each time!), I also read the first one. It just struck me as rather sweet and amusing that the two things were happening at once! Not sure about the title...
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