duckweed on the river

This weekend has been far too hot and far too busy, which is my excuse for not posting on the blog yesterday and almost failing to post today.

I’ve spent far too long on my feet in the sunshine and am exhausted. But I resisted the temptation to jump in the river and cool off, however green and cool and tempting it looked.

The exhaustion is accompanied by a certain satisfaction, as I got to read my poetry at the local Art in the Park festival, and it all seemed to go reasonably well.

I don’t – yet – have a poem about the event, so will settle for re-posting one written a couple of years ago after attending another outdoor festival. Hopefully next weekend I will be a little less frazzled and back on track with the blog.


There’s no washing up at the Peace Fest:
the food stalls all use unbleached paper plates
and natural cardboard cups hand-painted with
organic dyes; the birch-wood cutlery’s
sustainable and – mass-produced – conveniently
disposable; instead of fancy serviettes,
we mop our spills with Basics kitchen towels.
Children romp uncurbed across our vast green tablecloth;
soap bubbles burst on my Vegan Curry Wrap.

Art in the Park Festival 2018 Leamington Spa

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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