Releasing more #poetry into the wild: "In concert", the second poem in
#AnachronismΨ. I'll tell you more about the music in it after the poem, but first, you can just read it unfiltered, in the thread below...
#AnachronismΨ. I'll tell you more about the music in it after the poem, but first, you can just read it unfiltered, in the thread below...
You should be here.
The crumbling leaves and chilling brilliant sky
are all the ochre golds and blues you loved, and I
can feel the wheel of fate: you will appear –
you should be here.
The crumbling leaves and chilling brilliant sky
are all the ochre golds and blues you loved, and I
can feel the wheel of fate: you will appear –
you should be here.
You should be here.
You’ve always loved the ancient stone of vaults.
The piper’s dirge and steady cello-surge would jolt
your soul with love of old if you could hear –
you should be here.
You’ve always loved the ancient stone of vaults.
The piper’s dirge and steady cello-surge would jolt
your soul with love of old if you could hear –
you should be here.
You should be here.
The churchyard holds its breath. The bushes glow.
I watch the stately lamplit gate and wait. I know
this moment’s made for us. The night is clear:
you should be here.
The churchyard holds its breath. The bushes glow.
I watch the stately lamplit gate and wait. I know
this moment’s made for us. The night is clear:
you should be here.
Here's the #poem in full. You can also see it on my website, here, mdkerr.com/Poetry/Anachro…, where I'm gradually collecting all the poems I release into the wild. 
Rather magically, for someone who struggles with names, I remembered the name of the band that was playing that night, twelve years ago, @TellingBees, since sadly disbanded, but you can still hear their music: tellingthebees.co.uk. Even more magically,...
one of my first writing students, now a close friend, has introduced me to various of her friends, including Josie Webber - who I then saw again at the poetry night, Hear the Word, playing the cello and taking my breath away. Her playing is unbelievable. josiemusic.net
I saw her again this May Day, playing outside St Mary's Church, at the Vaults and Gardens, and again I lost time and dimensions changed just hearing her play, and wrote her a poem about her playing. Then at a dinner party a couple of weeks later, she was there, and guess who...
... she used to play cello for? Telling the Bees. So with absolute zero memory for faces, and only a shaky grasp of names, I think I've found my original cellist from that extraordinary, painful evening. ❤️
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