Who are you,
The water hound,
Whose upward bound.
Irish mythos for the win,
Dragons have nothing on his kin,
Seriously, don’t say anything about a selkie,
Or I’ll have to tell Aunt Melkie.
To my new short story,
There’s nothing to cause you worry,
My genius will see me through,
Even if my dialogue’s a little mew.
I can’t believe he took the cat,
Now how will I kill the rat?
Ryan S. Kinsgrove
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I didn’t write a poem last night. Not because I wasn’t motivated though. This goes back to the same reason you got Slacking/not Slacking part 1. I was working on Dobhar-chu last night. Finishing up the edits and submitting it for publication to my friend Danny Kuhn who is the mastermind behind the upcoming Irish anthology.
Oh blank page,
How I loathe thee,
Filling me with violent rage,
Knowing I will never be free.
Haunt me you will,
Till my dying breath,
I’ll fill you with swill,
No better than Macbeth.
Alas poor Yorik,
I knew him, Horacio,
Find someone named Hendrik,
I’ll hide him in the palacio.
Shakespeare you cannot beat,
Alas, I’m afraid, I can’t compete.
So, this week has been rather productive, even though I’ve missed quite a few days of poetry. With that you have my apologies. I’ll try to work in a couple extra poems in the week to come, but I make no guarantees.
I have finished the short story, Dobhar-chu is its name. It’s a historical/fantasy short story set halfway in the land of Eire, and halfway in a world I call AllHaven. I need to hear back from my editor (read: wife) before I call the work on it fully complete. Once it’s got her seal of approval, then I’ll wrap it up in a nice little package and send it off on submission.
Anywho, it’s past time this cat crawled into bed. Yawn.