Mentors Blog.Emma’s latest, Poem for voices.

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

Dear all, sorry for not having blogged for ages. it’s been such a privilege to see Emma’s piece shape shift and grow, and now, at this stage , these voices have come through, and her gift is that they can be clearly seen in the minds eye.In my head, i know what they look like, what they are wearing, and how they might be feeling in their hearts. there are even characters who are only refered to in” voices off”, who people this piece now, people that danni speaks to, which i think is a stroke of genius. i;m posting it, with a few of my comments. here it is.

A Poem Play for four voices.

Today I spoke to nobody,

Not the butcher, the baker

Or the candlestick maker.

Today I found my life random as a dream

woke where the cold blows

Sleet snow,

I was told a café was a no go,

I was Billy Goat’s Gruff Rough

as I stretched and rubbed my barnacled hands,

wandered streets and streets

with names like King and Queen, Duke

and Lowther.

My shoulder was watch tower

I craned my neck to see,

my mother knows a man

and that man he knows of me;

his fists are sharp edged shovels.

Hi my name’s Danni

And I’m a housing support worker,

It’s a bit like being a mum to somebody

Else’s son or somebody else’s daughter.

I’ve been here for about three years now

seen them come and go,

yeah, we have everything and everybody

ups and downs;

oh hello Michael, you off out now,

got your job centre appointment lad?

sorry about that.

(Love this interjection…creates another character without having to have one)

I’ve got kids of me own so I know

what they can be like, I think that helps,

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