LIGHT VERSE 1: ANXIOUS SONNET
How could I dare to wear a poet’s face
In this brave world in which I find myself?
Wherever would I find a friendly space
To put on this identity and keep my health?
I find it easier far to think and read
And wonder at the magic of the word:
I’ll hold back from the effort I would need
To generate the chance of being heard.
And yet the hope refuses quite to die
Of shaping sound and silence into form.
In spite of everything perhaps I’ll try –
Enabling something in me to be born;
Disdaining judgement by the scrutineers of art,
I’ll lean upon the wisdom of the heart.
I can heartily recommend the Piranha Poetry sessions at The Ale House….
Thanks for your appreciation Nimue. I’m probably ready for something like that now – making efforts to be confident or productive enough or indeed good enough to participate in these sorts of gatherings. Do they have a website or contact address?
They’re on facebook, hang on, I’ll connect you!