Today a poet in black stands at a lectern reading us her words. At the end she straightens her pages says she wants to sing for us. Feet together, shoulders back, she begins. Her eyes
Today a poet in black stands at a lectern reading us her words. At the end she straightens her pages says she wants to sing for us. Feet together, shoulders back, she begins. Her eyes are closed as she sends out the song. I want to listen, but she is moving now – Her, the lectern and the music she is making are rising into the air. I see no ropes, no pulleys yet she is up beyond the curtain fringe. Then a slice of the stage drops open beneath her and I gasp as I see what is planned. Down into the trap room she goes. I wasn’t sure her song fitted or exactly what she was trying to tell us, but her poems had me clapping. I turn to you realising that I don’t own her books or remember her name. No one in the audience seems the least perturbed; they are going for ice-cream. Come on, you say, they’ve got three different vegan flavours.
Sue Finch
Sue Finch lives with her wife in North Wales. Her work has appeared in a number of online magazines including: The Interpreter’s House, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Dear Reader, One Hand Clapping and IceFloe Press. Her debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in October 2020 with Black Eyes Publishing UK.
Twitter: @soopoftheday