poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Warwick Folk Festival – two haiku

Incense-scented air;
trembling drums charm the arms of
five belly dancers.


Crescendo of bells.
The cafe door opens.
Two Morris dancers.


It’s been the annual folk festival in Warwick this weekend. There were many more belly dancers and (especially) Morris dancers, but these seven were most memorable.


Too much

Warm summer evening;
music, company, pleasure –
until that last glass.


I went to a wonderful summer evening concert on a perfect July evening at Warwick Castle with friends a few weeks ago, but allowed my wine glass to be filled one time too many……(It’s only the second time in my life I’ve gone a little too far, and this time it was at least semi-accidental).