Performing at WENLOCK POETRY FESTIVAL – heart’s homeland, my feet in Silurian earth, wisps of morning caught on warm yellow-grey stone and a distant Wrekin – Speedwell, Stitchwort and Periwinkle wreathing our words. The old stones and alleyways of the little town were alive in a different way – poetry stuffed into every crack and crevice.

Wenlock Poetry Festival

Wenlock Poetry Festival


Our performance marked Shakespeare’s 400th birthday celebrations with poetry music and film. Here is a selection.


Shallow Ground


An Onnagata Kami Infests my Forest – gong drum


Juniper – glass drum, octave guitar


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The view from my hotel…