the fall of phaedron

well is done. the lot. as i just said on facebook poetry needs gearing up. but i know me. do it now and i'll get tired. am already tired. for poetry at the pitch it has to be i must be fresh, mind sharp as a scalpel. so leave it now, all packed up an waiting. but for me i am just bobbing about like a plastic duck in the bath. which is where i ought to be; but i must be off on my daughters business in a mo. i'm just so happy i can do it! and a play like that one! surely god has favoured me with the poetry. one day i do another. but not set like this in ancient greece; something different. still we see. done more poems in one day than ought to be good for me; so now i pack up. have me tea. try to stop grinning like a mad old bat.