In the book, amongst all the beautiful (but flowery in my opinion) writings on love was a poem by Wendy Cope – Being Boring. I related to this poem, because I understood immediately the story, the simple feeling, the uncomplicated language. I read it to my husband to be, and we both agreed that this was “our poem” just the same way we’d have “our song”. Apart from this pre-wedding poem, poetry had never felt like an accessible art form for me. “I think I wrote a poem,” I told my husband.

Source: The Irish Times June 10, 2021 04:52 UTC