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new moon rising

Poets Cornered is a local poetry group who write and share our poetry in a friendly and supportive atmosphere. This event was a chance to hear our poetry and some songs. It ran between 19:30 - 22:30 on Tuesday 15th May in the Portland Pub, Portland Road, Hove, where we meet on Tuesdays from 19:30, and at only £5 (£3 concessions), I think it was a bargain.

The omens were not good - a front filling fell out last week and I had an emergency appointment on Tuesday morning, my mouth was aching, and I had a headache all day. I arrived in plenty of time and helped set out the candles, drapes, and posters. The PA was set up and the audience started to dribble into the room.

Tonight, we were also launching new moon rising, a 44 page collection of work from members of poets cornered. We all read one piece from the collection, in addition to other work. I apologise for any poems I've missed out, as I took no notes during the performance, just taking in all the moving poetry. I'd be grateful for feedback on any errors, omissions or if you have any comments (see the feedback form at the end of this article.

Bernadette Cremin expertly compered the evening, and after introducing poets cornered, Morgan kicked off proceedings with a poem about the moon and the recluse . Next was Chris, who started with by this time next week, a poem about her father's funeral, and an amusing piece called beach huts.

I was next, and kicked off with slow time, followed by festival poem, a piece about procrastination. I finished my first set with does my bum look big on this?, about the world naked bike ride.

Diana followed me and read dark night from Shelley's poem to the night. Charles read a short and silly piece called mut.

Bernie's charade was powerful and disturbing.

Susi followed with a piece about a fiftieth present, called a gift and one about domestic existence, greeting. Then Maria read a moving and amusing piece about ME (or myalgic encephalomyelitis). I think it was called seventy-five percent.

Nikki, a new member, but not new to poetry, read a poem about time and decisions, and one about saying no, called, I think, no Nyet Nein. I enjoyed both. Simon's poem, in aix, was interspersed with a musical accompaniment of acoustic and electric guitar, which worked really well.

A local band, Pedestal of Clouds, then performed a song they'd written. It was a great way to lead into the interval. In the second half, we read more poetry.

Chris read we'll go no more a'roving after the poem by Lord Byron. I read eat me, positing that maybe our food might want to be eaten, and network woes, which raised a few laughs. I wanted to read the treatment, but time did not permit.

All the other poets read more works and the group finished off with another song, followed by a free raffle. Overall, the evening went very well, and I hope the audience of around thirty-five enjoyed themselves as much as we did.

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