After a walk along Kleeve Walk beside the Severn and through the locks I found Ye Olde Talbot where I stayed last year and had a slow pint in the pub garden gazing at a small square of blue sky from the courtyard. As soon as I left to bask the rain pelted me until I took shelter outside an estate agents with a couple of dozen others.
Martin Driscoll and a committee were all at The Hive when I arrived after an afternoon of pootling around Worcester and welcomed me with wine and organisation, a happy combination and below are reviews of the guest poets and some lines I liked from support poets and open miccers. I have included links to their sites where I know them.
In Jess’s Good Will Hunting poem I enjoyed Jess raising her hand to own up to borrowed lines, much less intrusive than mentioning it all the way through or not at all. From Learning how to cry: ‘Identify the elephant in the room./Name it ‘wolf’.
I do a little dance at this line now!
Jess made me cry twice. Her quiet style makes the poetry shout so much more. The words work hard and don’t need shouting.
Ah! ‘as jumbled as a Brummie’s accent.’ and the image of the poetry teacher hiding behind the picture books. ‘a whole row of Elmers’ adventures. The elephant in the room ‘explodes in multicolour.’ Love the ‘twist of fate and paper.’
‘Take the same landscape in as if it were breath.’ ‘A stone-rush of butter and red-bricked memory.’ Loved The Pelican,a pub ‘divided by accent and arrival time.’ and ‘cider shouting through me in apple sorrow.’ Wow! Makes me want to try some cider for the first time in 15 years! http://adamhorovitz.co.uk/blog/
For Holly tongued fingertips ‘sausage stumble the keyboard.’ and ‘time sloths’. ‘Wet-lipped uncles at someone else wedding’ Yuk!
‘an arc of arms throwing punches of light’ was so surprising and visual.
‘with love I am begging for you to hurt me.’
‘it’s similar to a kiss, like the ones we share’.
‘the scent of sweet apples gift-wrapped in old newspaper’.
water described as ‘all claws, teeth and current.’
‘Our emotions carried on F sharps and B flats.’
‘The weight of hours in his loft’ grabbed me particularly.
“I’m the girl who stepped into the black, And found a welcome there”.
I enjoyed Adelstrop and Exclamation Marks and the Leaving assembly one.
‘I would steer by the stars, but the constellations have moved.’
This was Anne’s first ever performance at a poetry event and there is no link for her at present.
‘a seduction, a secrecy and suggestions of stealth.’
Lacuna launch is here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1280938665267803/
Polly put me up and made me a fry up. It was lovely to meet Polly’s daughter and Mabel the dog too. They took me on a walk back from their house across Diglis Bridge and I was inspired by the love-locks and now have two poems of Love for Worcester (though I have only visited twice). Thank you Worcester. I will be back. xxx
More about Worcestershire Literature Festival here: https://worcslitfest.co.uk/