My First Open Mic Night

Last night I took the plunge and participated in an Open Mic Night at my local pub. I was rather exceptionally terrified!

I read seven poems one of which was a new one I wrote about all the crazy stuff going on in the world at the moment. I’m not sure how well I did as I fluffed a few lines and was too emotional reading the last one and my hands were trembling throughout!

It was recorded using my phone with zoom, so the quality isn’t quite up to the standard.

I’m glad I did it and I am talking myself into doing it again in a fortnight’s time :) but will still be terrified!

These are the poems I read:

Forever Lost
The Song Of One Love
We Do Not Make Love
The End Of Summer
And Like A Poem
Love’s Willow
This Cold Draught (see below)

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This Cold Draught

This cold draught

this chill coming from the distance

this goosebump of reality

this time of movement

this escape from the hills of fear

this jeopardy of life

this loss of humanity

this loss of the fire of compassion

this loss of freedom

this mountain of lost souls

This cold draught

of darkness

is called

Human

for are we not the destroyer of ourselves

of our planet

of our history?

and are we not the destroyer, of our smiles!