Time again for our Poetry afternoon. We hold this once a month, when a group of friends meet in one another's houses for an afternoon of reading our favourite poetry. Today I didn't have to venture out as it was my turn to host the event.
All I had to do was to bake one or two goodies, stoke up a nice blazing fire, put on the central heating and wait for friends to arrive.
In the event there were seven of us as various friends were unable to come this month.
We had such a super selection of poems (as we always do), some serious, some amusing, some we have never heard of - that is what is so good about it. It introduces us to poets who are new to us.
S, who comes from Lancashire and has a strong Lancashire accent, read an amusing poem by Wendy Cope about Socks. Friend, W, who lives next door to her came in her multi-coloured socks and S anticipated this and brought the poem along to read. It caused great amusement (as did her dialect poem about Albert (of Horses Head Handle fame) and the Jubilee) and I thought you might like to see S reading the poem and W's socks alongside.
Looks as though those socks will come in useful over the next day or two as bitterly cold weather is forecast up here in the North. I am hoping to get a frosty photograph to use as a header. I have plenty of flooding ones but really they are far too depressing.
Some of the poets we read today:
Christy Brown (D)
Poems from The Saturday Guardian (A)
Poems about sheep including local old counting methods (I)
Wendy Cope (S)
Poems from an anthology called 'The Washing Line' (L)
Parts of Dart by Alice Oswald (me)