Delivering the Thursday Poem, with Mark Raffills

The Thursday Poem1 October 2020On the roadI’ve been on the road for many years, travelled this beautiful country from north Cape to Bluff more times than I can remember. And on the way I’ve have encountered a host of wonderful people; people in bus queues, shop queues, people in bars and people on the roadside; people whose names I do not know, but each one with a spirit that somehow makes a connection and enriches my own life. This in deed, is what makes us human. Video by Dr Jeff Obadiah Simmonds. Words below.On the roadYou wore your red dressin the blue pub and we drankfrom the same glassbefore you went off to have a dance.You were a Celtic rock-chic groupie,you said with a laugh,but I was no rock star; just some guyreading poems in a pub,raising a call above the hubbub,the end-of-week revelry andswagger that hid conversationand your name;but not the lilt of your voice; it drifted across the barto the wide-open sky outside,an empty canvas for the dawn.You wore your red dressin the blue pub but all I ever knew about you was that youwere somebody’s PA in Methven.Mark Raffills

Posted by Mark Raffills on Thursday, October 1, 2020