Poetry : Fri 4th Aug
Today was press day at the Pleasance.
The crowds arrived and I wondered whether there was a collective noun for journalists - which inspired the following poem:
A jangle of juice glasses
A pack of press passes
Press morning at the Pleasance
People gathered in huddles and I watched the critics converse
Flowing,
Cautious,
Tentatively open-minded
Potentially INSPIRING
One woman was having an intense conversation with a colleague, dark eyes sparkling. Both were holding Blackberries (the electronic kind - not the food kind). She inspired the following poem
Blackberry gleams
Reflected in
Black berry eyes
And she holds
The world in her hands
The critics were treated to a showcase of some of the shows happening at the Pleasance. I watched them as they watched and wondered
Watches the show.
Who mirrors whom?
And who's not on show?
The photographers and cameramen were there as well. I wondered at the amazing combination of skills that were brought together - design, manufacture, photography ... and marvelled.
Sleek, Shiny, Sensual
Bundles of wire,
A symphony of
Tonal contrasts of
Black and grey
And a fluffy
Dead cat on top.
And this is what
They ask people
To make love to?
Later, as people, music and soul food came together, the atmosphere became electric
Blends with the murmur wash of chatter
A blanket of sweet nothings
And things that matter
And in the silence
While lies between,
The poetic hangs
Suspended as a dream.