burke: Creative Night #38

 

When I walked onto the balcony

there was a table set up for my visit

with a spread of books by authors

our host knew and thought I'd like:

Barthes, Jack Kerouac, Albert Camus,

William Carlos Williams, Campbell.

 

We'd only met the night before,

reading poems spiced with a bit

of chat. He knew me so well!

Now a pattern was set - with

the light fading, two candles were lit,

and the guitars came out. First,

Brown Eyed Girl; then I read

The Red Wheelbarrow - with

explanation. Then the Sloop John B,

with us all singing, and I read

a poem of mine. So the evening

went - three hours weaving

between reading and singing -

a creative joy I'm just

coming down from in the dark

around about midnight,

our last night in Wellington.