The Romsey Art Festival gets underway this weekend for the second year. Last year was a huge success and a lot of fun to be involved with. I ran a poetry workshop with a number of exercises to get people writing poems straight away by responding to prompts and looking creatively at the world around them. It produced some great work, some of which you can read here.
This year I'm taking a possible overdose of my own medicine as I set up shop for the day in the Black Cat Cafe on Mill Road on Saturday. I will be writing poems based on prompts given by members of the public then displaying and tweeting them. I don't know how it's going to go but my theory is that being put under pressure will produce some interesting results.
I'll also share prompts as I get them so if you want to join in and write poems yourselves feel free. You can share them using #pwpoetry.
In the evening I'm reading at a gig at CB2 which features music from Karmadillo and Dr Peabody. I may have a few new poems to read by then.
I've been getting my housemate Rychard Carrington to help me train for the poetry writing. Here's a poem I wrote in about 15 minutes from the prompt 'window frames.'
The window is like a cat flap
For the sun to burst in
Shaking its mighty mane
And moonlight sleek as a Siamese
To creep silently through.
But every window needs its frame
Solid bars defining the boundaries
Of the room's private theatre
Enhancing its scenery
A section of sky perfectly rendered
Rooftops catching rays
from the sun lingering in the wings.
Window frames hold the world at bay,
Keep it from pouring
With the might of a tsunami
Into this tiny room.