Reading poetry

Out at the Willows folk club last night to hear a great set from Cadillac Country. I had dug out a couple of old poems in case there was time and Evette squeezed me in.

Once again I forgot to take my camera and I don’t use a smart phone so there are no pictures, suffice to say Brian Winslade and his band were brilliant, such a variety of country and 60’s numbers, including two from an almostElvis! We had a couple of Jim Reeves songs that we all joined in with and, all in all, a fun time was had by all.

The poem caused some reaction as the area I wrote about was familiar to one or two people in the audience. It was written about an incident in about 1950.

Unforgettable

The day I had the slipper’s etched for ever in my brain

That morning I’d not gone to school, I’d not do that again!

That day we had a mental test and I was scared of sums

But hiding in my own garden, now, that was really dumb!

The school alerted mother and she worried where I’d gone

But I was just behind the hedge, too frightened to go home.

They found me soon and then I felt my father’s rage and spite-

He set me down upon his knee and Spanked – to teach me right.

I never ran away again, least, not ’till I was grown

Then, goodbye old grey gas works and crowded terraced homes.

I left the old canal-side that had allotments on,

I left the streets that trolley buses one -time drove along,

I left the past behind me, as people need to do

But I’ll not forget the day that I was slippered –  well,would you?

 

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Remembrance Sunday

Yesterday we watched the service and march past at the Cenotaph. The royals looked extra sad but the march past was excellent.

Then, in the evening, our folk club had a remembrance theme and we had a great variety of songs, from those from the American Civil War, Elvis Presley standards, through the two World Wars, to loves lost and past times remembered. We also had poems from Bryan and one that Joan had written for our poetry anthology, “Reflections, Then and Now” about her Granddad returning from the front.

It seemed a fitting way to end the weekend. I just wish there was some way of changing the style of poppy each year. We still buy some but we have a number of them in the house and soon there will be enough for one on every coat and we will have to start throwing them away. Somehow that seems a shame.

Panto Production

Well, last night we recorded all the voices for our Christmas pantomime. I was so impressed. Many of the characters had obviously thought more about their parts and improved them since the rehearsal. It came out far more dramatic and we remembered to be the audience when required. The pleased faces when we finished told their own story.

The technical team will now add sound effects and it should go out in early December. I didn’t realise how much I would enjoy being a producer. I was even laughing at my own jokes and I’d heard them plenty of times before!

Now to make the folk club members laugh tonight. I’m going to read some humorous verses in an accent I still have to master. Sorry there’s no picture. I’m concentrating on audio and I forget the visual!

Reciting poetry

Some poems cry out to be read aloud while others are just for private consumption. Our poetry anthology has both and I had the pleasure of reading out a couple last night at the Willows folk club in Arundel. This time I read one by our friend Bryan as that was more likely to make people laugh and it did. I get a real kick out of making people laugh. I can see why comedians enjoy their job.

I bought a copy of Pam Ayres’ verses from a charity stall last month and found a new favourite. Although I like “I wish I’d looked after me teeth,” there’s one entitled “Heaps of Stuff” which is so true I feel I want to find somewhere to recite it, just to get a reaction! Mind you, I can’t do that lovely accent so it might not be so successful.

The book is “The Works” selected poems, and the quality varies so I won’t do a review.She said herself her verses were written to be spoken out loud and she sounds great performing them.

Music and Words

A great night at the Willows in Arundel yesterday. Both Ben and I read a poem from the anthology and appreciated the brilliant set by Jo and Graham. In fact, all the singers were good that evening and the atmosphere was superb. We even had celebratory chocolate cake for the one year party. Now the Willows meet twice a month instead of weekly so it is necessary to check the dates.

Yvette and Friends are hosting an open mike night on 6th September and Trevor Clawson is the spotlight on 20th. He sang two of his self-penned songs last night as a taster – very good.