By:
Wayne
Powter
My body sings the passing of my life’s existence
each note, a day
of acceptance and resistance
no choir to voice a hallelujah
no eloquent recital
just plainsong, monotone
no words, no title
So sing me a song of sensuous skin
to cover and kiss
the brittle bones within
wrapped in wrinkles
and lines and scars
the map of my life
of roads travelled so far
End on a high note
a song for me
melodic and mad
just how it should be.
Our Members are champions of literature. Their support makes our engagement work in schools and prisons possible and they enable us to celebrate literature in all its wonderful diversity. As a thank you, we give them all the joys of a literary festival and book club rolled into one, all year round.
Our Members are champions of literature. Their support makes our engagement work in schools and prisons possible and they enable us to celebrate literature in all its wonderful diversity. As a thank you, we give them all the joys of a literary festival and book club rolled into one, all year round.