Hampered By This Cold Room Poem by Terence George Craddock

Having endured months without the central heating on, I wore 4 pairs of trousers,3 jackets and walked around the house like the Michelin Man. The thermal socks and thermal snowboots helped. I was writing poems from midnight to dawn without complaints as complaining solved nothing. I managed to reduce my electricity costs by hundreds of pounds in those months. But I sympathise with others who have found the cold nights disturbing their poetic flow and wonder how many great poems have been lost to humanity because of the cold nights...