THE WORD DISTILLERY POETS 2014 LONDON TOUR- October 7th
THE WORD DISTILLERY POETS 2014 LONDON TOUR- Tuesday October 7th at London Welsh Centre 7:30 pm
A group of poets from West Wales is coming up to London to perform at several venues in October 2014. They made contact with Highgate Poets and we have joined forces for a night of poetry which starts and ends with extracts from Dylan Thomas’s work.
This the centenary year of his death, and indeed October 27th would have been his birthday. Their spokesperson is Nigel Humphries and he and Anna Meryt (of Highgate Poets, who is also Welsh) will not only present some of their own work, but also a few extracts from the work of Dylan Thomas.
Eight members of Highgate Poets in total are reading with a group from Aberystwyth, the Word Distillery Poets, at the London Welsh Centre:
Address: 157-163 Gray’s Inn Road, London WC1X 8UE.
The centre is opposite the Eastman Dental Hospital and is about a 10/15 minute walk down Gray’s Inn Road. Or you can take the 45 or 46 bus from outside Kings Cross Station [Euston Road exit] and get off at Eastman Hospital stop.
The event starts at 7.15 pm.
This the centenary year of his death, and indeed October 27th would have been his birthday. Their spokesperson is Nigel Humphries and he and Anna Meryt (of Highgate Poets, who is also Welsh) will not only present some of their own work, but also a few extracts from the work of Dylan Thomas.
Eight members of Highgate Poets in total are reading with a group from Aberystwyth, the Word Distillery Poets, at the London Welsh Centre:
Address: 157-163 Gray’s Inn Road, London WC1X 8UE.
The centre is opposite the Eastman Dental Hospital and is about a 10/15 minute walk down Gray’s Inn Road. Or you can take the 45 or 46 bus from outside Kings Cross Station [Euston Road exit] and get off at Eastman Hospital stop.
The event starts at 7.15 pm.
Treadmill
The days flash past.
Is it Wednesday again?
It’s getting faster
this wheel I’m on.
I can’t see the spokes anymore,
they’re just a blur.
My legs pump the pedals,
I lean forward in racing position,
faster and faster.
Stop! Stop!
I can’t, here’s Friday again.
My head aches with watchingthe speed of days spinning past.
Work, rest, play,
Work rest play.
Is there an end in sight?
A goal to be achieved?A destination to reach?
Look ... it’s Monday again...
another day on the treadmill.This is a new poem ... still working on it ...
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