Thursday 19 March 2015

Bus Stop Sunday 19:39

We are brave,
You are a warpaint screech
Reaching back into our
Corridor battles.
But whilst we have aged
Past landmarks
And recognition
You are strapped
For as we rack
On an inward history
You lift spiked battlements
Of mutual, youthful laughter.
And after all: we are
More than twice your age
And waged,
Engaged in life
And our momentary disquiet
Only highlights
The darker path
We've left behind.
You choose the top deck
And we reckon relief
In loosened breaths,
Ourselves again.
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I have been writing a crapload of poems lately but not necessarily letting all of them out into air. Here's one.

Inspiration (for Eva)

Sing us a song.
Weave words and breath,
The free air that
Generations bled for.
Sing strong.
Summon fire from bedrock,
Lock arms and charm a path
That every heart can move on.
Sing sweet.
Be the mead that
Quenches loneliness
And go your own way, blessed.
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We took our Poetry To Go stall to the Women of the World Festival again and, at the end of the day, the Mayor of Cambridge came up and asked us for a poem for a young poet she'd met that day. She'd found herself inspired by the day and the amazing women she'd met; she wanted a 10-line, free verse poem about how women support each other, raise each other up, inspire each other. After some detective work, we found which poet she meant, wrote the poem and today presented one copy each to the Mayor and Eva Day Hagger tonight at the launch of the Women of Influence book.
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