I was a victim of drive-by poetry
assaulted with Rudyard Kipling
by two rude boys in a souped-up coupé
flashing past me up Broadway
on to drainpipe trousers
later they shocked an elderly couple
with shouted snatches of T.S.Eliot
haring around a blind spot
then up George
blaring Blake from blacked-out windows
a police spokesman yesterday
played down the incidents
as nothing new
people have been terrified of poetry for years
Ash Dickinson – photo CheltenhamPoetryFestival
To mark National Poetry Day, I’ve reproduced a poem by the brilliant performance poet and serial slam champion, Ash Dickinson. I met Ash about 18 months ago when he came to run a poetry workshop at the school where I work. The kids were all transfixed by his witty raps and rhymes delivered with rhythm, movement and a lot of humour. His collection “Slinky Espadrilles” (2012 Burning Eye Books) comprises over 40 poems looking at such diverse subjects as vanity, cybersex, Edinburgh Festival, visiting the dentist and, of course, love. It’s one of the best poetry books I’ve bought in a long time, and sits nicely alongside my volume by the Liverpool poets.
Drape the ground in sulphur hues
Turn to face the sun
Celandines on the bank of River Caen in Braunton, North Devon. Did you spot the ladybird?
I got these for Christmas; 63 cubes with a word written on each of five of the sides, the sixth side being blank. Two of the cubes are slightly different; together they make a phrase such as “a reflection on my future” “a desire for my work life” “a regret about my childhood”. The idea is to roll these two cubes to give you a theme or direction, then roll all the other cubes and make up a haiku from what presents itself. It is not as easy as it sounds.
This evening I gave it a try and these are my first efforts:
Thanks Lorna and James – great gift!