Zena Edwards
A night out with poet Zena Edwards is like having a really good guest to dinner, without the food.
The Ellis Theatre at Marlborough College, for the first event of the Marlborough Literature Festival, has the look of a school hall-cum-theatre but the intimacy of Zena’s voice and her warm demeanor made it feel like a jazz club or cabaret bar.
I must admit I got a bit of a girl crush on her voice; it was born to read poetry and sing poetry. She made words like ‘rock’ seem firm not hard and ‘ocean’ like a rolling calmness.
Zena tells us she falls in and out of love everyday; she cries, she laughs and then plucks something from it to write about. Continue reading
