Get Mouthy 12

 

 Get Mouthy 12

 

There was a buzz,

a hive of activity

thriving in the bar.

Will someone get the bee rs in

I hear shouted,

buzz off, the reply.

None of this happened.

I may have been

in a 'deep heat' high.

Shoulder, back, arm pain

bringing wincing tears

to my eyes,

but ever the professional

I keep going.

 

When I say

I keep going

I clearly mean

handing over all duties

to our poetry queen.

I was a mere court jester

to proceedings.

The crown only fit

for one head,

I had one of those

hats with the

dangling balls instead!

 

So, as I floated on

a menthol-based cloud,

apologising loudly

to everyone around

for the scent that lingered

through the crowd.

We travelled down

to our basement, deep underground.

Through the overgrown

forest of red brick trees,

plastered with leaves

showing other nights

put on by our

fantastic venue.

We ventured

into that cavern

of light and sound.

 

I looked down

upon the crowd

all gasping for breath,

choking on menthol fumes

as I floated

somewhere overhead.

Like a wandering lonely cloud...

that's what I'm supposed

to be doing,

talking about poetry!

I knew it would

come to me eventually.

 

We had a lot of new faces,

welcomed a lot of new

members into our little

(actually, quite large) family.

Voices that really touched the heart.

Brought tears to even the driest of eyes,

Made us smile, and laugh,

showed absolute perfection

in their craft.

 

The words floated through the air,

fruit that could be plucked with care,

taken home locked in your heart,

to keep, grow and share.

Across the ground, seeds

of poetry were sown,

to be nurtured watered and grown,

so that when we return

a forest of poetrees will have grown.

So, to everyone that performed

in the open mic, a huge thank you.

This night is all about you.

Me and Carolina just give you

the space to bring your magic.

And talking of magic.

Kamisha. Wow.

A brilliant headline set

with a blend of singing and poetry,

which grabbed you by the wrist

and took you with it on a journey.

 

I always walk away so proud.

last night though, sat upon

my floating cloud

I was beaming.

The talent on display

was gleaming

like the diamonds

in the queens crown.

My jesters hat cast aside,

and hopefully by next month

I'll feel more human.

 

 

Peace, Love & Poetry.

Kyle