Well, the Zoom poetry evening was a great success. Apprehensions of not reading poetry for three months melted away, as I saw familiar faces on the Write Out Loud screen. We were all in the same boat. Unnerved by not hearing myself speak, and that dreaded Mute button, I ploughed on anyway. Memories of live readings before the lights went out came flooding back. Bringing hope that we may return there soon. So lovely to hear some of those voices again. I basked in that sea of talent.
Now, is it me? Or do those little blocks of poets remind me of Celebrity Squares?
So, the Poetry Basket – one of the stunning and prolific poets reading last night – Donall Dempsey has some very relevant and clever Haiku to share with us… Dobby? Poetry Basket please…..
Dobby has been watching The Beverley Hillbillies. They really don’t make ’em like that anymore.
Now, prepare to be stunned –
COVID WALK
old man
out walking
his shadow
young boy
taking his pet log
for a walk
a cloud
hamming it up
as Godzilla
ghost town
the only sound
a pub sign’s creaking
she sneezes snot
wipes it on her sleeve
glad I’m wearing a mask
the sky
the colour of
a blackbird’s song
Heather Moulson 