Get Mouthy 9

 

We march into the third month

of the year, thoughts bouncing loudly.

Will it be a success?

Will this be another great

Get Mouthy?

As the evening

got under preparation,

my card reader decided

it no longer liked my phone,

so, they were having

a trial separation.

Through brain fog I fizzled,

feeling frazzled and bedraggled,

but with glee I say that

Carolina managed

to set things up perfectly,

whilst my brain sat on some far away sea,

sipping away at a steaming cup of tea.

 

We entered the basement, 

on the centre of the stage

spotlights blazing.

Pages shuffling,

a slight murmur

as chatter churned the air

Before turning 

to laughter and smiles.

Flames of anticipation 

danced down the fuse paper,

towards the barrels 

of metaphorical explosives.

And boom.

The fizzing stopped

and the sweet sound

of poetry filled the room.

 

With a merry cast

of new and old.

Happy story clouds amassed

and sad storms told, their tales.

Wind in sails the rhymes rippled the waves

Similes like rain over the stage

metaphors soaking us

with their flowing waters.

That's what I'm blaming

the tears on, of course.

 

The first half flew

past in a flash, with lightning poetry

enlightening our paths.

Then after a break,

we introduce

our feature,

a get Mouthy regular,

Julia,

Who filled us with stories

filleted from her forthcoming book,

a lot of laughter erupted.

Also inward looks,

at how we view social

media and ourselves.

 

Second half and we had

a couple of poems

from my new book 'Poetic Outlaw'

Shameless plug,

buy it from amazon! You'll be glad

If I do say so myself it's quite good.

Then we welcomed

our second feature.

Second feature...

I hear you cry!

Yes, I reply.

For one night only

we gave friend of Get Mouthy

Jazmine some time to embrace the stage,

to let her unique words

have their hard-earned time

to really sink into people's ears.

And also because

she has a new book out right now.

Which people really need to read!

 

And did she deliver?

Better than Santa clause.

or postman pat, she gave us

stories about cats, 

to rapturous applause

What more could we ask for?!

So much it seems, she crammed

her 10 minutes with many themes.

Light and dark, happy and sad,

and we watched. Silently.

Feeling a part of the tide.

 

After Jazmine we carried

on with the open mic,

sharing some more brilliant poets,

and feeling their words giving us insight

as if we were living them.

Breathing Them.

Inhabiting them.

The perfect end

to a brilliant show.

Next month we have

a breathtakingly 

good poet headlining.

Keep an eye 

on our socials for more!

 

I apologise to any poets i didnt manage to get photos of, 

but im sure Carolina got some brilliant ones!!

 

Peace, Love & Poetry

Kyle