I recently heard that I’d had four limericks accepted for publication in an anthology to be published by Iron Press in September.
The submission guidelines were that the poem be about the town where you live and that the first line end in the name of that town. I think that one of my life’s greatest ever achievements is in rhyming “Tunbridge Wells” with “Dardanelles”.
This is the first poetry I’ve ever submitted for anything ever, so I’m quite excited.
Actually on reflection I wouldn’t go so far as to call it poetry, as I know some very talented poets at the Tunbridge Wells Writers group (I’m looking at you, Jess Mookherjee) and I wouldn’t dare compare these limericks to what they come up with.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be writing any more for a while. Rhythm and metre? Not for me. Back to prose fiction, I think.
Simon John Cox 