You may remember the poetry reading I gave in September at Walthew House, which supports Stockport’s blind and deaf people. I gave another this morning. No microphone juggling today – we all sat around a table.
Last time, it was mostly doom and gloom about my years in South Africa; this time, I read lighthearted poems by other poets, and poems of my own along similar themes.
The group is delightful and kept me on my toes because some of them, as readers, are much more knowledgeable about poets than I am.
Despite the dry mouth and two full glasses of water – excuse me while I pop to the loo again – I really enjoyed myself.
And so did they: I’ve been invited to come back in the spring.
This year, I tell ya – I’m loving it.