An autobiographical poem I wrote for a competition here (that had already shut!). |
It's easy to date when I wrote this poem by the age I say I am, and the book I had just written at the time. I wrote it for a competition shortly after arriving here, but I was such a newbie that I didn't even realise the competition had finished! It was wiped when I let my membership lapse, but I just found it in an archive file and thought I'd share it again. I'm Mark, I'm a pilot who started to write Whilst stuck in the Falklands one dark, dirty night. I'm tall and I'm slim with my hair cut quite short. I guess that's because I'm the milit'ry sort! I'm married with children, a boy and a girl. The tales of their antics would make your toes curl! They're darlings, they're cuties, they're all that and more, But come to their bedtime - I'm flat on the floor! I'm older than some, having passed thirty-nine. I'm starting to grey, but that suits me just fine. My eyes, when they're open, are bright sapphire blue, But bloodshot and lined ‘cause I write all night through. I write when I'm fresh and I write when I'm tired. I write to relax, so I write when I'm wired! I mainly write fantasy; stories for teens. I hope this will make me a man of some means. I've been there, I've done it, I've seen many sights. I've been to the op'ra, I've seen men in tights! It's said I'm a charmer, a laugh and a hoot, I'm witty and handsome and modest to boot! My stories have: action, assassins and spies, A sword forged by magic, a dragon’s demise. Folks say that I write well, with pace, twists and hooks. Admit it, you're tempted to go buy my books! |