I am one of the final 6 who have been short-listed to become the first ever Young Poet Laureate of London!
It’s been all go this summer, back in July the 6 short-listed poets took part in a residential week in Cardiff where we focused upon performance techniques with the beautiful Malika Booker and the side splitting Stuart Silver.
Here is a site specific piece I wrote in a workshop with the current Young People’s Laureate of Wales, Martin Daws:
The River Taf
Tell me about the time in Australia when you nearly drowned,
how older brothers have the knack of hanging from trees like Christmas baubles.
When he falls,
his belly flops tease you closer to the current
as they splash your summer dress.
There is something so calm about this July day,
I am waiting for the shark attack –
when love letters written to women who are now mothers
float to the top of the Taf
and people from around town gather with picnics,
to snatch envelopes from birds’ beaks –
surely one must be for me.
What is sadder than an empty dinghy that could fit in two at a squeeze?
The line of women on the parallel bridge,
who on a day like today
ate sweet strawberries
whilst thinking of the first man to love them
before traipsing home
with children that do not look like him or her.