His young hands were slender, quick and strong, creating worlds in drama and in song, busy and stained with ink; the scratching of the pen spurred him to think. But hands that once were softened by caress, eager to hold and often poised to bless, became stiff and talon-like with age, faltering fingers fought to fill a page of parchment with a quill, the hands of Shakespeare - also known as Will. Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2022
Today is St George’s Day, possibly Shakespeare’s birthday, and the twenty-third day of NaPoWriMo, with an excellent challenge for those of us who like writing short, snappy poems with rhyme and sound play. We are writing poems in the style of Kay Ryan; I really enjoyed reading the example poems. As my sight is still somewhat impaired, and in honour of Shakespeare’s ‘maybe birthday’, I took an old poem I wrote in 2016 and gave it the Kay Ryan treatment.