....to feel disappointed?

What a lovely thoughtful person & befriender you are Luckygirl.
Sad to say it happens here on Gransnet as well, If ones comments don’t reach someone else’s perceived standard one must expect to be slapped down ‘ good & proper ‘ ?

It was not quite like that, as evidenced by the other person who was ditched, who actually was close friends with one of the members, and had not moved away.

When you live in a very rural area, there is not a big choice of activities and compromise is the name of the game. Not everyone in the groups you join might necessarily be all you (or indeed they) might choose; nor the content. I accepted that compromise.

This does not change the unacceptable way that two people were edged out.

I'm often stunned by these threads but this one takes the biscuit. You appear not to have liked them and, you tell us, saw them as people who "took a rather poncy approach to poetry". You go on to explain this "did not always sit easily" with you. I imagine they got the message.

You were moving and I do wonder who told you it was a manoeuvre to ditch you and the other woman. It may just have been one of those things; a decision made to stop because you were moving. Then finding the three, who presumably found their "poncy approach to poetry" did "sit well" for them changed their minds.

Feeling anything other than sadness that an era you half liked had passed seems a total waste of energy to me.

I didn't think I had seen any posts from her lately, perhaps she's gone to a site with more po-et-ree.

Imperfect left for sometime once before.
I hope she is ok, she had started a new job I think.

Well done.
I feel a bit miffed, I think is the word, to find out that a group I belong to has an 'inner circle' - well I would call it a clique - which includes my friend. My friend has been going for three or four years and I've belonged to it for nearly 30, as have a couple more of us.
I really dislike cliques.
Do I want to join them?
Probably not.

Reaction: a bit defensive I have to say! Guilty conscience maybe?

I was not rude in my mail - I just said that I could understand why J had felt upset, as I wanted to support her.

Where's Imperfect27 these days?

And three cheers from me too!
Please let us know what reaction you get from your email.
Oh, well done for sending it BTW - I would have had the idea to do it and then talked myself out of it!

And re-reading it has made me realise why I like Gransnet - such kind people - and witty too! Three cheers for the Gransnetters!!

I am resurrecting this thread as, for the first time since the incident, I had a conversation with the other "reject" (J) today and learned that she cried on an off for 2 weeks over this situation. I was appalled by this, because she is a lovely lady. I tried to cheer her up and said I understood how it felt insulting; but that we were both in the same boat and that we should just rise above it.

When I got back I sent an email to the person who had organised the group and said that I wanted to make it clear that I had said nothing at the time as my life was full of more pressing things, but that on hearing how hurt J had been I just wanted to support her in saying that I agreed about how badly handled I thought it had all been. I did not want this poor lady to be labelled as a bit of a wimp without pointing out that they had been out of order.

All rather sad really.

But it did give me a chance to re-read this thread and to chuckle over the wonderful ditties that it generated!

Dear HQ, please hear our plea:
A Corner for our po - et - tree!
We could be critically kind,
We might be analytically blind,
But sure as leaves and air are free,
We'd celebrate a word - or three.

Ponce would have no place with us,
We wouldn't carp and make a fuss
And NO-ONE would be overlooked -
We might create a GN book
With metaphor and simile and
Sweet shared verse, from you to me.

So HQ, please do hear our plea
And let us share our po -et-tree...
A 'Poet's Corner' would liberate
This mottly band of laureates!

Poets' Corner please HQ! These are wonderful!

It is a small thing in the scheme of things; but in the context of a stressful life it felt a bit below the belt. I am just about clinging on as it is!

No wee, no tea, just me me me!

Merlot, you’re wicked??
Nice one. MissA

I've written a poem to honour the poems written here. Its just one word, (of course!)
'Marvellous!'

She said, 'Hello, I've gotta go'
So you said, 'Bide a wee.'
'And while you're in the smallest room
I'll make some lovely tea,
A friendly chat with my OH
Should put all wrongs to right,
Don't thank me as you take your leave
'Cos you'll be up all night!'

A comfy wee and a cup of tea?
That’s not what she’d have got from me.
I’d have seen her off with evil snickers
And let the old bat wet her knickers.

Under the circs if I had been thee
There’s no way she’d have come in to wee
And if just by chance
She had pee’d in her pants
It would have been just a small victoree.

She sounds pretty thick skinned. You were bound to mention the group when she'd turned up on your doorstep.

If she does it again give her the line about "So sorry, can't help, just rushing out."

"poets", not "pets" - !!!

Brilliant! - I really think we need a pets' corner - there seem to be plenty of candidates!

The circumstances under which I found out what had happened were thus: One-word-poem lady fetched up on my doorstep (for the first time since we moved in July 2016) and wanted to use our toilet (yes, really). Now, being a kindly soul, I asked her in and after she had peed I offered to top her up with a cup of tea. In the course of our conversation I said that I missed the poetry group (which had been ended ostensibly because folk did not have enough time) and suggested maybe we could meet up once a year. At this point she calmly said "Oh well A, B and me do meet up still, but it is more critical and analytical. C (the other reject) was a bit upset about that." Please imagine innocent voice as if to say she could not imagine why. I said nothing, being gobsmacked; but I did leave the room and played with my GC (who were here in my care) - and left my poor OH to converse with her. She jabbered on for another 20 minutes or so, and finally said she should go. I showed her out politely but somewhat frostily.

I wish I had let her wet her pants.

Ohh the dishonesty
Of a personality robbery
As for sure, it was this and more,
That have persuaded them to shut the door
Deciding that your poems just don't fit in
With the inflated egos of these literary women
Who purport to be the connoisseurs
whilst actually closing opportunities doors.
Don't give up and don't give in
to do that now would be a sin.
The snobbery of words is a terrible disgrace
Don't let them put you out of your place.

Hear! Hear!