First up was Michael Cutchey with some gothic fantasy: "that hum" in the night, a Sepulchral Birth and a Dark Horse. His description of the agony of metal left to rust in a scrap yard was his most surprising image.
Alex Twyman recalled Mr Harris, the teacher who defined conversation for all time for the young Alex, as "the exchange of new information". As always, Alex's poem fell into the category of that kind of conversation. His description of "A Hangover with Asthma" was painful, direct and explanatory. His newest poem had to be read round and round, concrete and beautiful on the page.
Geoff Pimlott had acutely observed his surroundings, a visual artist par excellence. He showed us the change of light across a crack in the curtains, a friendly relationship with a fox, and a vision of chaos.
Lorri Pimlott introduced us to "The Iron Bite of Inwit", a small furry monster who comes to us in the night and reminds us of all those faux-pas and mistakes we've made in the daytime. He sounded quite cute and I realised I know him quite well. Her "filthy poem" had an airing, and her "pretentious poem" turned out to be an unassuming beauty.
Eddie Chauncy meditated upon the fragility of life and the balancing act it can entail, with his image of a spider's web holding drops of water through surface tension. "Coronation" celebrated self-awareness and self acceptance as a crowning achievement in a life.
Kyle McHale (with red poet hat, of course) recalled with some sadness his meeting with a man at the Keystone Open Mic a few months ago, who had suffered memory loss following a stroke. He, and we, were sorry that he wasn't present tonight, to hear the empathetic poem he has inspired. Kyle's empathy extended to young students, too, who expect so much of life, in his poem about university students' Christmas holidays.
Andy B J Low was being sudden and surprising this evening:
just how sudden
he explained, claiming a double page of clean white paper for this thought, and followed it up with a series of vivid short images.
After the break, Ash Dickinson took the floor and spellbound us. This "Method Poet" has been everything from a traveller in the cardio-vascular system to an entire ocean, has been loved by his own fridge and by his Live-in Landlady. He has stories of the Glass Coffee-Table Wife ("married to a charmer / of an enthusiastic embalmer.."), the man who married the Filipino Bride ("you're never as clever / as what your ego thinks"), the White Carrier Bag ("..believes in recycling / wants to come back as a mudguard ..."), the Boy who would Only Eat Butter; and love and loss poems ("I never knew how you'd blossom/until I saw you / in someone else's spring" - "Buttermilk").
"People have been terrified of poetry for years..."
4th August 2015