the words like a fire dampened down for the night.
Applause like waves breaking upon a shore
the cry of seagulls "More...more!"
Richard returns to the dark from which
I had plucked him ****** him into the spotlight.
Richard Hawtree is passing.
I stand up.
Bow before him.
One of the best things about running a poetry night is watching something wonderful come into being.Β Β Richard leapt onto the stage and leapt into his poem about Spring and it unfolded before us in all its glorious being. The performance itself was a thing of wonder and great beauty. I fell in love with it and was even graced with a new word....SMOOR...which is Scottish for dampening down a fire...to extinguish...to suffocate.
I was just so ****** impressed as indeed was everyone else.