This week has been a surreal week and I have been hanging out with Red Kites; not the feathered versions but the great team who have just launched our new local radio station, Red Kite Radio.
The radio station launched on Sunday the 18th of June 2017 and I was honoured to be the first ever guest on Red Kite Radio reading live my poem (pictured above), dedicated to the new station. Below is evidence of the big day (just in case the Poetry Police are monitoring) and for Mrs.D who says I have the perfect face for radio.
Davy D points poignantly at a wall.
Every Monday starting from July 3rd 2017 I will be on the Howard Bond show between 3.20pm and 3.30pm talking about poetry, reading some of my poetry and poetry written by local writers, as well as some of the more famous and well known poems.
This has kick started a project to include recordings of some of my longer poems and excerpts from the radio bits on the blog, which will also be starting on Inside the Mind of Davy D in July.
You can find Red Kite Radio locally in the UK on 107.2 FM and the station will be available on the internet soon.
In readiness for my first appearance I’m off to buy a Cravat and a Persian Cat.
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Immersed in Basho,
a darkening world dissolves
in haiku footsteps.
On mirrored water,
dancing Boatmen bring lightness
to poetic thought.
quash the stench of terrorists,
and, in the reading,
nature brings reason
for participating in
each given moment.
© Davy D 2017
We prayed for rain
And it rained
We prayed for it to stop
And it stopped
Now we need rain
What can we do?
My knees can’t take any more.
© Davy D 2017
I first read the poem a week ago, having made a conscious decision to not vote in this Election.
Politics in the UK is in the gutter. Politicians isolated from the people they are elected to govern, more focused on generating soundbites than listening to the electorate. The debates have been dirty, managed by Spin Doctors and Public Relation Gurus. Facts, and the actual state of the country, no longer take centre stage.
Stephen’s poem fired something inside as the words and thoughts from his poetry followed me. He talks of “missing something you need to see”; “tasting a moment for what it needs to show,” and “we face a choice.”
His poetry made me search my conscience and challenge my apathy. Looking into the darkness, I have become angered again with the social injustices taking place in the UK; angry, at how a select few have taken control of a system now focused on profit not fairness; angry, whilst citizens and visitors to the UK are slaughtered and a Government continues to lie; angry, I allowed myself to drift into a notion of doing nothing.
“Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake” and today I vote.
Here is Stephen’s poem (reproduced with kind permission).
Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake.
You are missing something you need to see
Says the image fleeting, too quick, too slight.
Grab hold of the ether and swallow it.
Taste for a moment what it needs to show.
Two doors have opened: one to lightness
The other, darkness. Not the quiet chirp
Of crickets mating darkness. Not the stillness
Under faintest of lights sprinkling down
Like confectionary sugar to sweeten life
darkness. No, this second door has opened to
Darkness demanding: Make a choice! Decide now!
Now! The crickets and stars await in these hours
Stillness sparking poetic riddles. We face a choice
Between Light and Darkness. Like the winter