Laurel and I were good buddies for many many years. We met up back in the early days of YouWriteOn, when they first came out. We would critique each other's work and we got on fine. She had one of my 'Gus, Sore Feet - No Collar' books, and in exchange I had her books of shorts and poems called 'The Ink Drinkers'.
I also read the first two books of Walara, it would be good if the final book can get published. I also read her 'Crossroads at Isca' book. I have never been particularly poetic but I enjoyed her work. It encouraged me to try one myself. I thought about putting it here. Perhaps Laurel can have a little laugh out of that.
Song of the Night
Stars above with the satellites
The moon’s loom
Turns the gloom
Into beautiful silvery lights
Shimmering leaves and standing free
In the sand
Of arid land
With no one there to see
Grasping claws in all weathers
With hooked beak
And eyes that seek
The Tawny Owl his supper gathers
Such a shame. It is so sad. It's too early for Laurel to go, don't you think? Or, is there never a good time?