I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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10 February 2010

Verse Portrait 85: Festival Poet

Hurtled downstairs
into my arms.
‘Where are you reading next?’

Three old fellows
fawning around her
shrivelled. She
was oblivious. (Fools
hadn’t seen her with beautiful
young man earlier,
dark to her ash-blonde.)

First night I heard her,
advised quietly:
‘Don’t apologise.
Your words are good.’
She nodded wide-eyed.

I was celebrity guest,
she was starting.
Four years later
she enchants children
(poetry as magick)

is Festival Director.