Im driving to work this morning listening to radio 4.
There is a poet on being interviewed he has a strong Manchester accent and he’s talking about his working class life in the 60s
I slow down as I listen lulled by his voice familiar northern tones of my childhood.
He’s talking about poetry nights that go on in most towns
How they are such a melting pot of people.
I smile to myself and promise I’ll make an effort to go back I love performance poetry but life has been manic and I can’t remember the last time I had a poetry night out.
I miss it.
He carries on and reads a poem called Posh things
I’m catapulted back to the council house of my childhood.
Posh things like paying for your school dinners
Posh things like fitted carpets
I’ve pulled over because I’m crying.
It’s such a powerful poem
I love it.
I start my car and continue to drive into work.
As I pull into the carpark I vow to make time next week to go out.
Thank you Tony Walsh
For reminding me of do many things
And reigniting my poetry passion
You can hear posh things follwing this link.