The weather here is abysmal - dark, grey, cold, sleeting - not a single thing to commend it. All the more reason then to enjoy our Poetry Reading Afternoon. Once a month a group of friends meet to read poetry aloud. I can thoroughly recommend it as a relaxing pastime for a winter's afternoon. I know we can all sit and read poetry at home, but listening to someone else's choice read aloud is so much better.
We sat in a friend's sitting room, a lovely fire in the grate, the tea pot to hand, along with a plate of chocolate biscuits - and we listened. Wendy read UA Fanthorpe plus various pieces from a Christmas anthology; Joan read a piece from Chaucer and some of the poems of RS Thomas; Dorothy read Dorothy Parker and Carol Ann Duffy; Sylvia read poems in Lancashire dialect and I read Seamus Heaney's North, a poem by Don Paterson, Digging up the Bones by Imtiaz Dharker and a couple from Gwilym Williams's Genteel Messages (you got a mention, Poet).
What it means is that we listen to poems we would probably never think of reading for ourselves. Sometimes the reader gives a little introduction and sometimes we have a discussion afterwards. But the main reason for meeting is to enjoy poetry. Try it sometime.