Get Mouthy 3

 

Wow sometimes it is hard

to talk about a night.

I could list all of the performers,

and say how good they were,

but it would soon become boring.

Hearing me painting the amount

of praise over everyone

that I think they deserve.

So instead,

I'm going to write it in verse.

(It's what I do, I can’t help myself!)

 

But first,

thank you to everyone that turned up,

all of the performers new and old,

the legend that is Cathi Rae

who gave us a masterclass

with her headline set.

Her work is so important,

giving a voice to those

that may not be able to find their own voices.

The team at big difference for their great support.

My co-host who brings the room together.

Without all of you it wouldn't work. 

 

It is nights like this that give us so much joy,

because we connect with the words,

we can feel the emotion and the pain,

but it is also told in such a beautiful way

that we embrace it and can hold it

and know that collectively we can

Turn it into a promise, to love and learn

To offer supportive hands,

and to learn to love

our own fragile hearts.

 

 

The nights just get better,

like fingers 

acknowledging a great line,

sometimes it clicks.

The power in the room lifts,

It zips like electricity,

giving us ribbon-tied word gifts.

We unwrap them 

and embrace them,

let some take up home,

residents of your brain. 

 

Emotions shared,

tears wept, passion flared.

Whether it was

the heart worn upon

the sleeve,

or the fire that burns,

dancing upon tongues.

The displays of artistry,

the wordplay weaved.

The imagination,

stories that fuel the fire

that lights the stars

in our poetic constellations.

 

 

And tonight, that fire was lit.

It raged like an inferno,

flames tearing at the roof,

timber warping

under the crescendo,

of this heated poetry blaze.

Eyes watching dazed,

jaw wide open, left amazed.

 

Everything fit, 

like a jigsaw puzzle,

or two sides of a cuddle.

It felt like the room 

was connected,

a collective, all sharing,

and it was powerful.

It was joyous.

It was love and hope.

It was a cup of hot chocolate 

on a winter’s day.

It was a sun ray to a sad face.

It was perfect.

 

I walked out into

the still warm night,

a smile painted, big and wide

over my face. This was a reminder

of what this world of words is all about,

and I never want to stop smiling.

 

 

Thanks for reading.

Peace, Love & Poetry

Kyle