It was a great pleasure to be at David’s bookshop in Letchworth yesterday evening for the launch of The Songs don’t Sing Themselves, the latest anthology from Poetry ID, the North Herts Stanza of the Poetry Society. There was a great deal of fine poetry to be heard, in a wide range of styles, and it was lovely to chat to the other poets over a glass of wine.
The anthology is a very reasonable £6 (plus £2 P+P) and can be ordered from David Smith (djsapt@gmail.com).
I thought I’d share one of my poems from the collection. This one was first published in Runcible Spoon:
Crowdburst
Tanked-up and black with grudges
clouds are milling, hooligans outside a pub.
First the fighting talk, now fists are flying;
soft at first, as if they’re only joking
but soon enough the body blows
are pummelling the ground – and me.
Punch-drunk and staggering
I stumble on, lead-limbed
till they get bored and slouch away
to find some other fool to pick on.
The weary sun returns
and with its sympathetic shine
points out the silver linings
dumped along the road.
Rain pic (c) Santosh Kumar. Licensed under https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0