Worcester Walking Choral Poem
We reached the library via a narrow, spiral staircase, such as you find in ancient castles. I wrote:
Stairs circling ever higher,
curling, twirling ever higher,
countless footsteps treading, heading
to miniscules and majuscules,
to scripts and vellums,
to antiphons and bibles,
treading, heading to
The Old Bishop’s Throne,
PLEASE DO NOT USE.
From the cathedral grounds, we looked down at the river, wide and fast flowing. I wrote:
Murky water brimming,
trapped trees quiver,
fearing the depths,
longing for skies.
We went down the steps to Kleve Walk alongside the river. I stared at the river, at the solitary swan in the swan sanctuary, its long neck hidden in its pearly feathers. Over to the right, I caught a glimpse of the top of The Hive, Worcester newest landmark. loved by some, hated by others. I wrote:
A hint of The Hive,
intrudes over grey roofs,
across Nature’s colours.
The morning was grey and overcast, but as we made our way along Kleve Walk to the Quay, the sun briefly glimmered, and a pool of pinkish light touched the river. I wrote:
Sudden sunlight strikes the water,
a momentary jewel,
At midday, the bells began to ring. I wrote:
my heart chimes,
I had to hurry as I’d fallen behind the others. We paused at the fountains on The Quay and I was struck by the fussy, thrusting busyness of the pigeons, set against the elegance and hypnotic movement of the fountains. I wrote two separate sections:
crap and copulate,
peck and pester,
a relentless quest for food and sex.
The morning was nearly over and it was time for lunch. Then the hard work of combining all our ideas and preparing for our evening performance. When we arrived in Worcester’s main drag, the contrast with the peace and silence we’d experienced by the river was upsetting. I wanted to retreat – away from the hubbub, traffic, noise. I tried several lines to describe the effect it had on me, but in the end settled on three:
Silence – silenced.
As you can probably tell, I had a wonderful day. I am so grateful to David Calcutt for giving me to opportunity and to the brilliant writers, Julie Boden, Maggie Doyle, Sarah James who all helped make it a day of fun, inspiration and huge enjoyment. You can read more about it and the collaborative poem here: http://halfmoonpoetry.wordpress.com/worcester-choral-poem/
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