Not one for bigging myself up as I would much rather my words do that for themselves which I like to think they do, but the enclosed poem below has appeared as parts for the Sonnets for Shakespeare and I got invited to read it at the launch tonight.
The Sound of Silence
There is a silence in the slightest most softest sound
Whether in a place where no sound should be
Or a cold, un-mourned grave where no love is found,
Buried deep under a rotting black and blue tree
Where like a glowing apple, ripe and red
Love once had so much feeling and so much life.
Now the roads had changed and I remembered what you said,
Tearing our love like a desolate paper to the wind in a slice
Screaming you didn’t know what you were going to do or see
Drenched in an ice cold flood of tears
Your emotions completely enraging and engulfing me
Eclipsing my inner most worst ever fears
Tainting the fact there is a silence in the slightest ring
Or whatever song I’ll always hear you sing.
What really pleased me was the feedback I got afterwards which included the following praise:
There is such an anger in this work x
Very well performed, Andy
John F Keane
A beautiful Volta/change of tone in the end x
Very strong stuff Andy -and yes - vivid
Nice one Andy
Well done - it was great. Loved the simmering emotion in it!