A poetry road trip
Down country lanes,
like blood through
the veins of the land,
we set off in Sammy’s camper van
like a poetic Scooby doo escapade.
What would we uncover
when we reach our destination?
And if it wasn't for those pesky kids
would we get away
with our evil masterplan
to cover this land
in poetic refrains.
What would we find in
quiet little Rushden?
Rhymes,
we found rhymes.
A poetic goldmine,
wonderfully helmed
by our friend, Jazmine.
Sometimes stars align
and tonight
it was like the heavens
were beaming down,
everything just felt right,
the words flowed
from page into the night.
Quaint little art studio,
a rendezvous between words
that flow amongst the poetry crew.
I was the first
to take the imaginary microphone,
and though my throat was raw,
and ever swallow felt like a hacksaw,
I felt the words pour
like honey across the floor.
I felt at one with the room,
I thought,
if I'd had wings I'd soar.
We were treated
to poetry from friends,
poetry from new faces.
Words we consumed.
We listened as each
brought something
new to the room,
and before I go on,
we must give credit
to Abbi and her golden hat,
it put a shine upon the night
that would glare for days,
like sun rays coming out to play.
We also had poetry from Kia (latchkeypoet)
Scott Coe, and many more.
Big shoutout has to go to Aimee
for battling their nerves,
and delivering not one
but two pieces perfectly.
Then Sammy
took the floor.
Some antics
occurred
with words,
a brilliant display,
perfect delivery.
Intricate wordplay,
a flawless set
by the headliner
of the day.
As the evening came to a close
we marched through sleepy Rushden,
a party of poets pawing the pavement,
until we reached a drinking establishment,
and we chatted, connected,
found friendships
and laughed a lot.
If you can get over to Rushden,
I highly recommend this night.
Jazmine is a great friend of mine
and of Some Antics and Get Mouthy,
she has created a night that is truly her own,
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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