The Fog on the Tyne…

Hello Poetry Lovers

I’m finally back on Southern soil after a great trip to Newcastle. What an adventure! Durham, Angel of the North, Whitley Bay and wonderful moments discovering The Toon and all its intricacies and character.

It was also great catching up with old and new friends. So lovely to see Greg and Gillian Freeman and our night at Yellow Line Poetry in Whitley Bay’s former ticket office. Also to see the vibrant Pip MacDonald on her home ground. Fabulous!

Thank you to the wonderful Haley for hosting this. A great poet and MC, and all the other fantastic people I met there.

I finally came up with a poem about this amazing city. It’s by far not my best but read on anyway

Oh Newcastle, I’m coming to read to you
But you look a hard nut to crack
When you hear my speaking voice
You may think my poetry is crap

I’m drawn to your pride and colloquialisms
But you might not take to mine
If I whinge and moan too long
You may throw me in the Tyne!

The fog on the Tyne is NOT all mine
Don’t let me think otherwise
And if you lot turn nasty
I may have to leave in disguise!