|Emily Fay McCoy reading at this years 2000 Trees Fesitval|
I'm off to Warwick Folk Festival this weekend. I'm reading and running a poetry workshop.
So one poem in progress.
the surge forward of panic and despair
that washes over us all
then feeds back over the hesitant facilitator
she's one week ahead of us in the manual
she consults her ill prepared hand scrawled notes
and plucks an image from the air
reflecting on this I have to question
and so take my place as the wind bag
therapy by numbers
ask myself why I am here again
there is one thing I am certain of these people deserve better
ship wrecked we cling to the tables
in the hope that the hesitant words may hold the secret
|Reading in Bredon Books on Monday as part of the Taunton Live Festival|
I leave you with Alela Diane singing Lost Land.