Reading November 19th 2011
Really lovely mix and programme.
Warm and charming experience. Interesting to see how it (the gallery) holds a group of people together.
Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Vivienne Machell)
She stood high in the sand dunes listening to the cry of the gulls and the crash and swoosh of the waves. A movement in the distance caught her eye and she turned to look. A horse was galloping along the beach towards her. She looked for others but it was quite alone –a riderless horse. As it grew level with her it stopped and turned to face her, nostrils flared, sides heaving and flecked with foam. It snorted, then turned and galloped back along the beach, following its own footprints.
Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Graham Benstead)
If you come with me I will show you how
Air becomes warmer and yellow light begins to seep
Through a cold afternoon.
Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Paul Bodsworth)
In the countryside at night it is dark as dark, no street lights no pathways, the white lines have all worn away. Great ruts have formed and are full of water from the recent rainfall.
When you look up at the sky the stars are shining down on you like hundreds and thousands on a birthday cake, the silence of the night is deafening.
Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Ros Ridley)
Where was her sheet music? Her hands were sticky with sweat as she clutched the violin in one hand and the bow in the other. Would she remember her solo
Without the music? This was her first performance without the rest of the musicians. She waited in the wings expectantly. She would see the lights in the hall going on and hear the voices of the people shuffling into their seats.