Poetry Slam Champion 2019
I won the poetry slam in 2019 which not only means I have a free ticket this year and I get to perform on the Poetry and Words stage on Sunday night. It also means I have been the Festival Slam Champion for an unprecedented three years! Three years of global change, better for some, worse for others.
My life has certainly changed and I am now travelling in search of what is sacred, what unites us, and where is the magic in this crazy world.
Here are a few haiku’s … to punctuate the time.
Sat here on my own,
I am not alone.
this class privilege crisis,
Dance with disorder,
laughing and baying outside,
He thinks I’m deranged,
the man walking past can’t see,
my smile through the mask.
Get back to normal?
You must be fucking kidding.
Normal didn’t work.
Nature is louder,
outside this quiet stillness,
spring working from home.
Lisa Goodwin April 2020
We were severed, we were root bound and now… Everything is opening, let’s go down into town. Let’s get together, reconnect, it’s time to gather round.
American friends sheltered in place, evocative of wagons circled round. I know that’s not the truth of it, but I far preferred the sound of it to LOCKDOWN.
We wanted to flourish but we were pot bound. Not sanitised enough to go out. And we stayed in. Lined up online looking for connection. Some nurtured compliance, some insurrection. Zoomed into divides, forced to take sides and have an opinion.
Well I was drowning in the narrative with so much being said, and the need to be creative with the fire in my head, before it burned the place down. But I wouldn’t let myself drown. In lockdown.
When we were told we were in the same boat; some were setting sail, others couldn’t float. Yachts tethered to thrivers guilt beside various rafts the survivors built. Lockdown shock, tied to the Dock. No where to go, some made the most of furlough. Paid to relieve us of civil liberty, like a leave of absence from military duty. More were left poor and made to make do.
And no one mentioned the storm. Or the ocean, and how it seems much wider. Now we reconnect we decide who’s story was the wiser. As we slip of our boats back into the ocean of connection, Has anybody checked everyone is still provided for, and who is gonna bring the heart sanitiser?
Endless Love for Poetry
Don’t go see Diana, come and see me. I’m really looking forward to next weekend, I have a stage clash with the legend slot, Diana Ross, so I hope you have an Endless Love for poetry and come down to the Poetry and Words Stage at Theatre and Circus!
I don’t like all these ads either.
I can virtually be found on the Book of Faces. Lisa Goodwin Poet