City Voices’ workshops are my great escape, journeys without a roadmap, setting my creativity free to make connections, never quite knowing where it will lead! … like the ‘colours’ workshop that resulted in an acrostic poem in memory of my Grandmother, ‘Beryl’, or an origami inspired cinquain, ‘Creation’ . Or having fun with what the ugly sisters did after the ‘Happy ever After’! And from a recent workshop a ‘found’ poem, ‘Moving On’, patched together from the opening page of a favourite novel. So if you are reading this and thinking of joining City Voices, I’d say come along and see where the journey takes you!
Author Bev Adams
All Poetry is the copyright of Beverley Adams
Every time I hear
Barcarole, it brings to mind
Overtures of your memory.
No longer here to play,
Your music still resonates in every chord.
bird of paper,
shaped well by gentle hand,
fly free from folded form to soar
If only I had dainty feet,
I’d meet a wealthy fella.
And live a life of luxury
Like my sister, Cinderella.
But wait a sec…Oh what the heck!
I have a cunning plan,
to make a stash of lovely cash -
Who needs a flippin’ man!
A trendy shop, with lots of stock
for girls with great BIG tootsies.
Sequined shoes and kitten heels,
and thigh-high kinky bootsies!
An idiot watches,
eyes wide with febrile excitement
the confetti of Carnival;
spinning, sparkling, fairy-tales.
Dragons heads lolling on narrow necks
ride the tide of greasy scents
and trailing ribbons
to where I stand
beside a brown-eyed dog.
For he and I the world
returns a new, unstoppable lustre.