I read at StAnza, the poetry festival at St. Andrews on Sunday. I was on a bill with Cheryl Follon, whom I hadn't met before. I would have liked to chat to Cheryl afterwards, but I think she had to rush for a train.
I had a lovely time, same as last year. It was a real pleasure to meet people from all over Scotland that I've not seen for quite a while, and new poets too. One of the things I love about these events is the cross-fertilisation of ideas, the energy I get from meeting with creative and interesting people.
Only problem was I couldn't stay long. I had a rewrite deadline for the first novel coming out with Puffin next year.
But that's been sent off to my editor now, so I can take a breath. And post a poem.
night creatures
there are those of us
who look as dead as tree bark
who lie still and green
as a folded leaf, who
seem ancient and parched
as papyrus
then startle you with
sudden fluttering
you think you know us
name us Moth
at dusk we decorate
the dark glass of your rooms
delicate pastel petals
pale as moonbeams
as dawn breaks we grow restless
flit by your sleeping face
kiss your lips, gentle
as a breath
before you wake we slip
into your dreams, soundless
as the souls of the dead
Friday, March 21, 2008
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