Angela's Poems On Fire and Pleasure Of Poetry Performed At Church

Harrow Writers Circle work chosen for performance on 26^th September at All Saints Church at 8pm

A Winter’ Imagination: by Indra Sikdar

Fire:

The Pleasure of Poetry: both by Angela Lansbury

Her Countryman:

Time Suspended:

Nature’s Promise: all by Elise Harvey

Balance of the Mind: by Jennie Willetts

The Secret:

Whose Round Is It Anyway? Both by John Samson

Above Suspicion: by Julia Underwood

The Last of Eden by John Waddell

All my Glory:

Dreaming of the Moon:

Well I Can Dream: all by John Monaghan

The above works were all chosen by the Bearfoot Performance Company.

We hope to see you all there to

watch the performance.

As you approach the church down the main path you see sculptures on the grass between the graves and decorations on the seats.

I also found a quotation from a lovely poem on a gravestone. I later went on the web and found the whole poem in various versions, the wording changed to suit fond memories of a mother, father, son whoever.

Within the church is a memorial to the sons (lost in the Great War) of the Blackwell family of Crosse and Blackwell, whose large memorials are outside to the right of the entrance.

A fine carving on the All Saints Church inside wall recalls Gilbert, of Gilbert & Sullivan fame. He wrote the witty words for the operettas, living up the road in what is now Grim's Dyke hotel (which has a wonderful restaurant called Gilbert's - see my reviews on my blogs and trustedplaces.com/yell.com).

Leefe Robinson, local hero of WWI then called the Great War, is buried in the cemetery extension over the road, and recalled in a photo exhibit of news cutting in the Leefe Robinson pub next door to the All Saints church.

What a lot you can do with poetry: write a poem for a gravestone, read a poem at a funeral, print it in the funeral programme, perform it at an arts festival in a church, or convert it into a song.

My poem about fire was inspired by a fire in my neighbour's garden. You can see the photo of the red flames of the fire and black smoke rising like a corkscrewing tornado, billowing and spreading large as a cloud on one of my blogs. That blog also shows a photo of the fire woman who put out the fire, and the fire engine advertisement which directed me to the London Fire Brigade website which has tips on fire prevention at home.

We once had a fire in an electric blanket - while in bed. I tried beating the fire down. Then it started again. Realised you need to turn off the electric current. Check blankets every three years. And have I and you? Oops.

I'd love to have a video of my poem being read, on YouTube, with a link to the Fire Brigade site.