Another month trundles by
and into April we idly walk
waiting for the sunshine
and fine weather to breach the sky,
before we venture
into our basement of poetry,
somewhere under Leicester town centre
(Big Difference, second Monday
of every month
for any newcomers)
We listened to the buds growing stalks.
We waited around, relaxation
and spring like sounds,
sat in congregation
Before the heavens
opened in an outpouring
April shower.
We felt the heat
and the pleasure,
as we treasured
the finer weather.
A brief taster,
as we awaited the words
of our headline feature.
But before that
we saw the sun eclipsed, by poetic quips,
the crowd was in rapture.
Though we were waiting
for the apocalypse.
(Spoilers... it didn’t manufacture)
We had words of hope, words of love.
If the end times were near,
we held back the flood.
With a surge of words
that were just too good
for end times to spoil our fun,
and whilst the sun was gone.
We worshiped the light that shone
from every poet,
every audience member.
Everyone.
Then we witnessed
a truly awesome sight.
like a moon haloed in light.
Jemima took the stage
like a parcel force truck.
delivered insight.
Her delivery was tight,
her performance
left me awestruck,
with her amazing words
and a story that stuck,
if you want to know more
then please go
and buy her books.
We welcomed a second set
of open micers to the stage,
Some new faces some old,
we heard tales told,
like fables of yore, the floor
was sticky where some wine did pour,
but we were focused on the words,
and we were hungry, wanted more.
But alas time turned her cruel hands
and we had to depart into the dark,
But we all walked away,
with the gift of words
held tightly in our hearts.
