Vaulting

This is one of those "tribute to everyone who performed before me tonight" poems from a gig at The Vaults in Cambridge last night that I headlined (and accidentally hosted - long story, all a bit strange). Poets included: Robin Lamboll, a lad called Nathan, Mark McGivern, J.S. Watts, Steve Oldham, Janis Ford, a lass called Katherine, and a feature set from Riaz Moola. In that order. Enjoy!

Vaulting

We have shuffled expressions,
Clocking spontaneity;
A hero strides,
Wider than widescreen,
While we curl into plumes
Of Utopian smoke,
Delicate as eggshells,
A clutch of hillside skies;
Butterflies dance,
Shy as snails,
While we are intoxicated,
Rose-blessed, accompanied,
Blissed-out in nature
As the colours turn.

And we turn in salt-rimed
Darkness, harkening to
The past, gifting history
With prophesy,
Making our own music.