I’ve had lots of feedback from last month’s article about Carl Lewis and his poem “Builders in Winter.” Carl has been redrafting the poem and is ready to go public. We have a date.
On Monday 28 January we have Open Mic at The Castle Inn in Old Town at 7:30pm. Carl will be dragged, kicking and screaming if needs be, to perform his poem on stage. He has the personality to be a natural performer and while quite shy I’m sure he’ll do well.
To help him, his building crew and their partners will be there. It should be a hoot and they may even read a poem or two. Friends from Poetry Swindon have agreed to locate or write poems about builders so we expect a lot of craic – and maybe even a bit of controversy.
My father, long gone now, was a carpenter so this event is close to home for me. Some years ago I wrote a poem for a Swindon friend, Colin Woodley, a man I very much admire and made the link.
We’ve had good poetry evenings at The Castle Inn these past months so do come along on 28 January to listen, read, have a drink, and make this one special.
• Open Mic – Monday 28 January, 7.30pm The Castle Inn, Old Town SN1 3LQ
• Beehive Pub – Tuesday 8 January, 7.30pm
My father was such a master,
Lifting and smelling the loam
And letting it pass through his fingers
Like a man might do with a barrel of gold.
And this craftsman, my friend,
Let the beauty of wood escape the rough
As he pared and shaped the seam
As it might be seen, as it might slowly unfold.