THE POETRY SESSIONS
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
Carol Ann Duffy
Welcome! I run poetry sessions and teach acting.
I started the poetry sessions at the start of lockdown 2020 as a response to the sudden loss of human connection we were all experiencing. They are relaxing explorations of poems and other texts, approached from a performance angle. There is no prerequisite to the work other than an open heart, an open mind and a love of the spoken word.
Poetry can help us navigate periods of change, articulate our experience of loss, celebrate new life, a threshold crossed, and give us courage and hope when we feel overwhelmed. Sometimes the right poem comes along and becomes a friend.
I run blocks of sessions which culminate in an informal sharing with other participants or we can meet for a one-off session. All sessions are currently online.
In addition to this, I run a monthly poetry circle - an informal monthly meet-up for actors and non-actors who would like to share a poem and listen to others. Get in touch if this is of interest.
Nature photo by Janelle Lynch. Courtesy of the artist and Flowers Gallery, London.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.