I’ve not been well this week, which means none of the half written posts I have are approaching completion. Normal service should resume shortly, but until then I thought I’d share a poem I wrote.

I started performing spoken word poetry towards the end of 2018 and have thoroughly enjoyed it; the audience don’t seem to mind either so I’ve kept up with it. The work below was, I think, the second one I read and is basically a brief summary of one of my closest and most enduring friendships. It’s peppered with lots of ‘inside’ jokes and references, but developing your own language seems like the natural evolution of a relationship after it’s first decade.

I do remember still feeling incredibly nervous having finished reciting it and upon finding my way back to my bench overhearing a woman near me as she said to her friend: “Can’t you write something for me like that?” What a compliment, I hope you  enjoy it too.

The photo was taken at another performance by Cathal Moran for Spoken Word London. The lines with quotation marks are song lyrics from “Come on up to the House” by Tom Waits and “Jolene” by Ray LaMontagne.

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