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 theĀ 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 – gongĀ drum

 

Juniper – glass drum, octave guitar

 

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The view from my hotel…