Today I will be joining my friends, writers Alison Layland and Martine Bailey, at The Willow Gallery in Oswestry to give a talk on the way we work as an informal group to develop our writing. The event will be hosted by Booka as part of Independent Bookshop Week. We will each talk about our own work and then have a group discussion on the way we use the resource of working together to help refine and develop our writing projects.
I will be explaining the way my poem, Davey Sings, which is the second of my four poems (below), became a song, which is part of my set as Jude Lane, my singer/songwriter alter ego.
Davey sings of love and family, strumming the guitar his dad
gave him. Under the harsh spotlight masquerading as
atmosphere, the cracked veneer hums. He closes his eyes and
lifts his chin to let the unravelling knots in his chest
slither free between his vocal chords. His fingers ring the
harmonics of moments on the resonating strings and he forgets
the restless crowd, good-humoured but rowdy,
waiting for the rock band to come on.
Davey sings for himself and his cautious steps forwards, bold
yet scared, fending off the past with a plectrum and the scrappy
card he’s supposed to hand in at the clinc, but he’s written a song
on the back so he’ll just say he’s lost it and maybe
he doesn’t need to go there again anyway.