I went to my 3rd annual poetry gathering today, at the Rupert Brooke pub in Grantchester, where I met up with Charlotte Innes (standing right), Jayne Osborn (seated left), David Anthony, and Tim Love (who had to leave before the photo). We had a pleasant lunch and a tour of the village’s literary sights (related to Rupert Brooke, who lived in the Old Vicarage there).
At my first gathering 2 years ago, I wasn’t actually writing poetry at all — I just went along with my sister Susan. Before that time it somehow hadn’t occurred to me that writing poetry could be a fun sociable thing to do. In my mind it was inextricably linked to the sturm und drang of my teenage poetry-writing years. I hadn’t realized what a community there was of people critiquing each other’s work, entering contests together, and so on. I was impressed by what a fun group of people it seemed to be, and it was a definite factor that led to me picking up a pen a month or two later and beginning to write poetry.
It took about 6 months after that before I dared to join the online poetry forum and submit my work to their critical eyes, but they were kind and welcoming (due in part no doubt to Susan), and they’ve given me very valuable feedback. It’s crucial to have impartial and knowledgeable readers take a look at your writing and let you know what works and what doesn’t. Some advice has been better than others, but all of it has been worth having.