When the Going gets Bus - the Bus gets going!

It's here! It's bus day! Happy Bus Day everyone! The following great and generous souls have devoted their time and energy to get some brilliant poems written out of the tangled washing line that was the writing prompt. Enjoy the trip...

Click here for Rachel's memory of metropolitan wanderings

Next with her timeless mobile phone, and a True poem - it's Revolutionary Jeanne

Next to join us with a tasty poem on the Indian Takeaway across the road - welcome to Evalinn

And here's that Crazy Field Mouse with a cryptic Friend Reunited

Up now and onboard is the Weaver of Grass with her poem of Fatal Attraction

And taking her seat now is Ragged old Blogger, whisking us away on a marvellous Weekend Away

And the original Mr Poetry Bus - Total Feckin Eejit himself - here with a fantastic triplet of poems

Also just joining us now is Poetikat with a mysterious phone book poem

Now you can check out Titus's Twilight Zone Poem

Next on board is Karen with her Tuesday poem....(to keep things complicated)

Next weeks driver Pure fiction is on with a hi, the number 55, and some classy art

Watercats have joined us, they just want to figure out who You are!

And here's Argent with a poem brought to you by the word Annoyed

Rachel's back, this time with a feast of writing links, and a second bus poem - this one inspired by "Some one else"

And last week's driver is here, claiming sleep deprivation, but with a tidally brilliant poem - it's Swiss

Enchanted Oak is next to join the throng with an intriguing Leap on to the bus

Peter the Poet is after climbing on with inspiration from his Inbox

Oubliette has caught up at the last gasp moment with a Wedding poem

And Susan Sonnen has joined us too with her Rootiful poem

Oh - and here's mine

How it Grew

You were on the edge of my world

Just one of those

The ones I see at parties

Friend of friends

Eventually over fifteen years

or so

by forces of magnets and magic

and wires and string

and drink and chocolate

and buttons and wings

becoming my friend too

And that means

we could talk

Not that we do

I could call you

If I'm in town

for a brew

If I'm down

or a walk

for my frown

or a chew

of a mound of limes

or amew-sing sounding times

who knew?

- how it grew

or where it'll end

me & an old new-found friend

you

Again a little pressie for those who made it this far!!