Day 1: Lara

It is day one of National Poetry Writing Month, and I'm starting off with a poem inspired by my time in the Lakes a couple of weeks ago. It is only a fragment. I feel that it needs more, that I've not quite managed to say what I want to say. But it is a starting point; something that can be edited, tweaked and expanded upon. Something that stops the page from being blank and daunting.

Camp Site Breakfast

An old skip is bubbled and scratched with red rust,

the company's name is missing some of its letters.

It is filled with a hill of tied up carrier bags:

packaging, empty tins and left-over meals.

Each morning, the tabby farm cat jumps in,

scavenges around for bacon rind, burnt sausages.

Thank you for joining me here and I look forward to reading other people's contributions.

Lara