October 6th, 2011
|08:38 am - National Poetry Day|
Today is national poetry day in Britain. My poetry group are performing in the cafe of the Belgrade Theatre in Coventry from about 8 to 10 tonight. Free, obviously, so do turn up if you like.
Here is a group of poems that belong together.
The avenue in the wind
From the bus the plane trees
I asked my mother
Where are the trees going?
I don’t understand the question
The trees kept rushing
Into white air
I saw a horse swim in a lake
Its nostril fluttering above the water
And a wild eye
I said to my mother
When god flooded the world
The horses did not drown
Because they can swim
The flood was forty days and nights
So all the horses
Would grow tired and sink
I sat in the garden
I ate the garden bread
It was hard like cinder
My mother said
We are going now
We’ll leave you in the playground
For another family
I wondered who the next family would be
I looked from face to face
Until she came back for me
And pulled me by my arm
Motherhood is much on mind at the moment. These are good for thinking with, but hard like cinder themselves. Noah made me shiver.
Thank you, I was trying to write it how I felt it. Motherhood is hard.
For me, they call to mind the words "harsh" (not in its flippant usage) and "isolation". Being returned for is not an easy comfort in the last one.
Hope the evening is a good session for all participating, poets and audience alike.
Thanks katlinel. Being returned for at least means being pulled back in.
The theme this year is 'games' so I think I might do extracts from Gawain about his game with the green knight. A bit of my own, a bit of Simon Armitage.
|Date:||October 10th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)|| |
*reads the poems* *narrows eyes and wrinkles brow*
I hope that's a good thing.