Traveling Poem 1: Then there were nine...

[A traveling poem is begun by one woman, then passed on to the next, and so forth, until each has written a stanza. This traveling poem was begun by Agatha.]

9 women writing

a poem to relate.

One went dancing ‘round the world

and then there were 8.

8 women writing

(none of them named Kevin).

One blogged her silly self to sleep

and then there were 7.

7 women writing

getting more than their share of kicks.

One was overcome by paint

and then there were 6.

6 women writing

happy to be alive.

One fell down and broke her crown

and then there were 5.

5 women writing

out on the moor.

One tripped on a bit of gorse

and then there were 4.

4 women writing

on every subject they agree,

‘till one joined the Tea Party

and then there were 3.

3 women writing

friends, old and new.

One took off in wintertime

and then there were 2.

2 women writing

just because it's fun.

One set off for Mexico

and then there was 1.

1 woman writing

(a cowboy poet is her hero).

It’s a long drive from McCammon, 

so now there are 0.

0 women writing?

(the very thought makes me pine).

We’d better send out postcards*

and start again with 9.


*Each week, Ars Poetica members receive a postcard reminding them of the meeting place (which varies) and the writing "prompt" for that week.