Poetry Unplugged

I visited the Poetry Cafe last night to take part in Poetry Unplugged, their open mike evening. I read "shell" and "Pasifika Queen Mab", over-running my slot to my shame!

Torriano Meeting House Reading

I visited the Torriano Meeting House last night to hear Katherine Gallagher and Clare Crossman read. I also read "The Travails of the Wise Trainer" from the floor.

Floaters

Floaters

“Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace” – Amelia Earhart

Sometimes she dreamed she was flying,
And sometimes she was flying,

Navigating the journey with a sextant
While floating in thin air,

Sinking to the beckoning seas
Without expectation of end.

It takes one mirror,
One fleck of glinting silvered glass,

To catch the sun and send a ray of light
Down the dusty hollow of a dark hallway

Catching each dancing mote in the path
Of confused locations.

And she was not.
Lost in a peculiar eternity, hopeful

In anticipation of foreverness,
Dreaming over the empty ocean,

Not sitting outside a mediocrity
Of boarding houses and noon-time darknesses.

© Martin Porter 2012