How quickly it comes round, our Poetry Afternoon, when a group of friends meet to read our favourite poems. Yesterday there were nine of us and we met in the sitting room of a friend who lives high up in the tree tops on the top floor of a lovely converted convent building. Her flat looks out over the most beautiful scenery and it was a lovely day - so there was the combination of lovely poetry and beautiful views - and finally a beautiful sunset. And then, to finish off the day, as night fell we drove home with a giant full moon just rising over the fells. So, really, everything about the afternoon was poetic.
As always we had a most eclectic mix - Houseman, Masefield, Poe, Betjeman, Cope, Gray, Herbert, Donne - and lots in between. And after each poem we chatted about memories the poem had evoked, or things it reminded us of, or aspects of the poet's style, or his life. Then, finally a cup of tea and a biscuit and home again. I'm sure all of us felt better for the afternoon's activity. And really, Sophie, my friend's Jack Russell terrier, who always attends, is becoming quite a poetic dog (she'll be writing her own before long.)
Today's aros: an afternoon enjoyed is never wasted.