Poetry society

It was wear a jersey to work today (to support your favourite team #) but I forgot. When reminded I explained that I would be wearing what I had on to poetry tonight which is sort of a sport, isn't it?

The first poet's night of the year was held this evening.

'Salina and I attended.

The regular hostess is taking a few months off because baby (π) so instead we had the awesome pairing of compere J---y and softly spoken Z.

First was the lady from the potter's guild with an invitation to offer artistic inspiration

Then G with an apologetic recitation of witty brilliance aired before. (§)

Y had found a very gentle and calming recitation she sourced from a play.

K spoke of death and the beauty surrounding it.

(¥)

I can't remember if next but a first time reader was in the next few and oh, a funny and punchy poem regarding NDIS.

(∆)

Oh that's right, the amazing and brilliant T was next with her Mistake poem, and it was a ripsnorter. We all went on her journey and recognised the landmarks.

R in his beaten up hat was in there too with a charming poem about a housemaid and a jackeroo, a fishing yarn and a bikini.

I had edited a version of Morass Mess and a very old poem of mine (about 1993) Lament for Lost Chance at the Last One Night Stand.

I must do that one for you one day.

I can't remember the order of the ones after - I think j did one about yoga - a very funny rhyme - and a beautiful one in honour of her Mum, passed on 31 years ago this month.

D did a marvellous Cat poem. There was also a God one not sure if in this set or next.

D (D's partner) had us up a mountain.

We went on a nostalgic trip to grandparents during summer as well.

I am not sure if that is all before the break.

After the break was a few new performers and a few of the first round also had another turn.

New girl with another brilliant poem about recovery, U had a couple of turns with soft lilting charms, J honoured Banjo Paterson's A Bush Christening (~) - and a T recited the words for Five Years by David Bowie (+)

I got to finish the night so I did a new one - Sounds a Bit Like a Country Song - and a relatively old one - Bottling Kisses (%)

Footnotes

¥ Yes, it got a little heavy

∆ One thing about a room full of poets is odds on the majority of us got our social skills from the back of a cereal packet if we were lucky and had the 3.95 postage and handling.

That and working in finance. Or with computers.

Anyhow. That's an aside. (Or rather, a footnote)

% I went to see where I need to link so you can see Bottling Kisses but you can't because apparently I have never shared it before.

$ We might have bought the citrus house 

# as this weekend is opening in Vegas for the NRL - N at work is a bleeds maroon Broncos supporter

π I get it - although sometimes it takes nearly two decades

§ Nobody should ever apologise for working on your favourites. Seeing performers get into their work is part of the process of poetry for me

~ A favourite of Dad's to recite.

+ When I mentioned that to V he knew the song immediately and stayed while I looked it up for the link