Chewing the Cud

So what am I doing on Valentine's Day? Spending the evening with a man who loves me to bits and thinks I'm wonderful?

Ah, yes. I remember now. He's a figment of my imagination. Oh, bollocks.

So, due to the disappointing non-existence of this imaginary Man Of My Dreams, I am instead going with my friend to read love poems at a Valentine's Day event.  And no, the irony of this is not lost on me.

I have written some new pieces for this. One, A Maiden's Prayer On Valentine's Day, is based on an Elvis Presley love-song.  The other, coming along well, is based on an old blogpost (Tuesday 8 June 2010, if you're interested).

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. Plato