I will be performing as guest poet of the Fire River Poets on National Poetry Day at 8 pm on the 4 October 2018. There will also be an open mic session. Fire River Poets contact details: firstname.lastname@example.org Website: http://www.fireriverpoets.org.uk
Venue: Creative Innovation Centre CIC, Memorial Hall, Paul Street,Taunton TA1 3PF
01823 337477 email@example.com
photo Rose Cook
This year the weather changed with rain
and cooler in the North, hints of autumn.
When our children were small, we always held a party
when August began. Each wore a crown.
The barley fields wave theirs in a golden sea.
Farmers will begin to gather the grain.
My mother took us bilberrying up on the moors.
A whole wild day scrambling through heather.
Special sandwiches and pop.
* my new book Hearth is available from me or http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/
Poem and photograph Rose Cook
Let go of what has passed.
Let go of what may come.
Let go of what is happening now.
Don’t try to figure anything out.
Don’t try to make anything happen.
Relax, right now, and rest.”
photograph Rose Cook
by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
photo Rose Cook