<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>misguidedpoet | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/painted-maypole</link>
		<description>The original writings of author misguidedpoet</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776228230</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Reading Festival</title>
			<description>I attempted to capture the beauty of this wonderful place but alcohol dulled my senses so this poem is a poor tribute to what was a delicious five days...this is one of my few happy poems!</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1028431/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>beauty</title>
			<description>this was actually the first poem I ever wrote properly- bar school things...I was about thirteen and it was about the first crush I ever had on a girl and the confusion which arose from it</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1005064/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>out</title>
			<description>I wrote this after I had been out when I was feeling very fragile. Sadly my friends chose the seediest bar imaginable with the most grotesquely forward men!</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1004017/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Periwinkle Blues</title>
			<description>This is the first part of the first chapter of a short story that I started yesterday. I have never written prose before but I thought that I would give it a try! Sorry if it is pretentious and awful!</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1003742/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Cut Flower</title>
			<description>I wrote this after a short fling with a beautiful yet vapid person- they bought me tulips&amp;I saw the similarity between our fling and the flowers which never had a chance to properly live&amp;take root...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1003738/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>April showers in London</title>
			<description>I wrote this on a bus on the way to see my dearest friend. It is mainly jottings but I shall perfect it when I have the time and the ambition to do so. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painted-maypole/1003553/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>