Meeting the second Thursday each month at The Commemoration Hall
The Huntingdon Poetry Collective an open invite to one and all
When I first attended I had no idea of what to expect
I soon discovered all are treated with kindness and respect
All equally welcomed, regardless of experience, established or new
A place to read or just listen, a non-judgmental place for you to be you
Poetry can be read in silence but as a group it’s about spoken word
Celebrated classics, forgotten gems or self-penned work, all there to be heard
Individual minds that work in their own way
Shaping words that form pictures and music of what they wish to say
As varied as Dali, Lowry and Constable all there to be seen
From Rimsky Korsakov to Punk Rock and all that’s between
Various inspirations provide their start
Producing different styles and forms of art
Unconditional acceptance, an inspiring group to which anyone can belong
Embracing commonality, not differences, a place of no right or wrong
I bought a fine-bred stallion for a thousand dinars
And navigate the wadi by the light of the stars,
Oasis to oasis as the desert bird flies,
Enchanted by the beauty of your Bedouin eyes.
Though bandits and siroccos seek to test my resolve,
I’ll brave them all regardless of the risks they involve.
I’ve sworn an oath to face whatever dangers arise
And overcome them all to see your Bedouin eyes.
Last night I scaled the ramparts of the sultan’s abode
Where you were wearing nothing but a long flowing robe.
The folds of my kaffiya kept my face in disguise,
But she could see right through me with your Bedouin eyes.
The RN said he had to cough
In time with Rimsky-Korsakov
When God asked her why
She said, "My, oh my!
Don't you know he's Ben Joaquinov?"
in a rapid wing
hovering even
slow motion
needs to be
slowed down
even the beating
needs to be set
from prestissimo
to larghissimo
Rimsky-Korsakov
tried to capture
the hummelflug
but this poem is
for the caliber of
the angelic colibri