Tag Archives: Clare Shaw

Friday Night: Moore, Holloway Smith, Shaw

6 Oct
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Friday night: The Tent Palace was heaving with anticipation (and the sound of people singing and dancing wildly to Tina Turner and John Denver – no really – we poets know how to let our hair down – speaking of which, having left my hairbrush at home (did I mention that already?) I decided to cover up with a bobble hat. I just hope it didn’t obscure anyone’s view.) Continue reading

Alone unwatched?

30 Sep

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Those China eyes are staring at you again, well one of them is, the other gazes sideways at someone on the other side of the room, an admirable bit of ocular multi-tasking for an inanimate object.

A China paw gloved by a China shoe pokes from the folds of a China robe as if this Swindon Sphinx has once more lost the straightforward pathway.

But this is not a straightforward place, nor is it a dark wood, it is Poetry Swindon Festival being five years old.

You had an unusually hectic Wednesday night, you left your phone charger on the train, you feel washed out and tired, your mood dial is flicking its eyelash in and out of grumpy.

Like the shopkeeper in Mr Benn, a great friend appears at your side, you met her through poetry, and she has held you up when the mood dial mires in the red.

She offers you the clothes of a poet and you put them on, you don’t want to be a Spaceman or a Medieval Knight today, you want to be a poet.

You wonder where these clothes will take you? Continue reading