Imagine a table, round or square
Matching chairs, or not, no-one cares
Surrounded by books elevated on shelves
Stocked with lofty tome in which others delve.
Four women enter, pensive and strained
The room has a glow now, while their notepads , they arrange
Introductions are done, names to forget
Eager to start their appetites to whet.
There's an abundance of thoughts to get out
As they glance around the circle, who first to shout?
Choose me a voice said, though not out so loud
Tentatively repeats herself, this time to the crowd.
Coming together with one desire, to write
No one knew, not one, other woman on site
But the kingship and recognition of a kindred spirit
Put the writing circle on a path,no longer to fear it.
I hope this poem is true because it sounds like a very magical experience and if it's not I hope one day you can make it happen.
Sounds like this was an actual experience you had Rose.I like the setting of a humble beginning and the expectation what's to come. Well done.