National Poetry Day: Truth

This year's theme for today's National Poetry Day is Truth and, as part of the day poets have written poems about their local communities and performed them for their local radio stations.
This is our local one:

Somerset

From the road in Somerset

a wilting willow man,

chased off the fields by warehouses,

pollarded by council funding cuts

The bedraggled cousin of the Angel of the North

staring down the M5

holding out its guts.

Somerset

People drive through fast

We are a patchwork blur

a consonant slur

a place on the way to somewhere else

with better views or brasher lights

We see it all

from the heights of our mystic tor

and ragwort depths of our flooded floor.



Pull back our hedgerows

like an ancient prison grate

Follow us like a tractor into traffic

Tip us like a cow

We are nuclear fission

scrumpy soused double vision

A gypsy cart on the sweet track

A steam train on its way back

A festival of 400,000 eyes

looking upwards.



We are a Parrett full of writhing elvers

A wild eyed Exmoor foal

A jilted witch

turned to stalagmite

in a Wookey hole



Centuries ago we rode in on a tsunami

Danced to the drums of the Minehead Hobby Horse

The Girt Dog of Langport snapping at our heals



Now we are 400 village strong

Gold spun in apple blossom sun

Our smiles fermenting

on the tips of cheese and pickle

pirate tongues

Somerset

We keep our families and our elders

but we cannot keep our young

They leave the orchards

for the hipster beer

and strange idea

That something better can be found

in bigger cities

other

towns



While we weave and crusade

Unafraid to be homemade

Always on the levels.

by
Liv Torc

It's full of clever references to local landmarks and legends and seems to me to capture, neatly, the nature of the County and its people.

Here's a link to all the local poems:

https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/bbc-local-poets/?utm_source=NPD+Mailing+List&utm_campaign=d459c71f5e-npd_2019&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_42f66bd2d1-d459c71f5e-149719881&goal=0_42f66bd2d1-d459c71f5e-149719881

Liv Torc's poem starts with a reference to the willow man. This is one of the photos I took of him early in my blipping career


https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/1495450

The photo is of the 14th hole on this morning's golf round. Although it's a golf course, it's a pretty typical landscape for these parts. I've pumped up the colour a bit for OCB19

This afternoon, Tess & I picked Sophie up from school Aand brought her back for her dance class and what will be her regular Thursday sleepover now she's at school.