At the Kardomah With Mick

With his leonine face,
Young for his age,
A little unsteadily he
Climbs onto the stage,
Adjusts the microphone 
From his special chair
Benevolently regarding us
All eagerly waiting there. 

A raconteur, a story teller, 
He explains his song choice
Then holds us all captive
With the power of his voice.
Songs of the sea 
Songs of a different age
Songs of life and politics
As he sits and owns his stage.

The minutes fly like seconds
As the night flows smoothly on
Until all too soon it’s over 
And Mick is up and gone.
But, every Sunday afternoonI
I know where he’s to be found,
With his talented gang at
The Minerva  Sing Around,
And that’s real class.

Sadly, first The Kardomah and then Mick gone, but we have our memories
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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January 20, 2024 at 10:45 PM
Sands through the hour glass, I guess nothing lasts forever. it must be wonderful to have the gift of a wonderful singing voice. What is it they say? You may not remember the words of an old pal, but you will remember the way they made you feel. .. Enjoyed this muchly Terrry. Thank you.. Wen
Ireland Avatar
January 21, 2024 at 1:02 AM
Hi Wen. Mick was amazing. A huge personality. We performed with him quite often. He died suddenly last year following an accident on a cruise. Very sadly missed, though his group, Spare Hands, have carried on.
Bauer Avatar
January 20, 2024 at 12:46 PM
thank you for sharing these memories with us, terry! i always enjoy reading about them and imagining myself in those situations...
Ireland Avatar
January 21, 2024 at 1:00 AM
Imagine a small bar, rammed full, and everybody in turn, who wanted to, sang a song or, in our case, performed a poem. And this went on until it finished - we've been there for 4 hours. This was hosted by Mick. Amazing sessions.
Allison Avatar
January 20, 2024 at 10:23 AM
what wonderful images you have created in my mind Terry, Mick sounds like such a character and his memory and your memory of the Kardomah will live on:-) hugs jan xx
Ireland Avatar
January 21, 2024 at 12:56 AM
Thanks Jan. Mick was a huge character, sang acapella most of the tike and was one of the founders of the group Spare Hands. You can hear him on some of the tracks of !2 Silk Handkerchiefs on Apple Music
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