Performance for World Book Night Wednesday 23rd April

Tomorrow, for World Book Night, I’ll be performing humorous poetry and songs at Sandwell Central Library, High Street, West Bromwich B70 8DZ. The event starts at 6.30 and I’ll be entertaining for 45 minutes or so, followed, I believe, by some more live music until about 8.00. Admission is £2.50 and proceeds go to Acorns Hospice. If you need further information call 0121 569 4904  or email central_library@sandwell.gov.uk. Otherwise please just come along!

Here’s a carpet-related poem from my first book Until I saw your foot: The vacuum-cleaner tuner. I’ll be performing it tomorrow! The lovely illustrations are by John Greaves Smith.

The vacuum cleaner tuner

from Until I saw your foot (click to enlarge)

Lament for the Library Gallery

I wrote this lament when we were fighting to stop Worcestershire County Council closing Kidderminster Library Gallery. Sadly we lost, and the Gallery has been converted into offices. I’ll leave it to the Lament to explain what happened.

I am running some poetry workshops over the coming months, starting with one next Tuesday morning 10.30-12.30 at the New Meeting House, Church Street, Bull Ring, Kidderminster DY10 2AR. See the Feedback page of this blog for reviews of my previous workshops. I welcome people of all abilities from beginners to more experienced to Learn from other poets’ work, Write our own and Share some of what we have written in a relaxed, friendly environment. Each workshop will be self-contained and cost £10. Future sessions are Wednesdays 21st May & 9th July 7.30-9.30pm. See http://kidderminster-creatives.org.uk/uncategorized/poetry-workshops-2/ for more information.

For a diary of my forthcoming performances, see http://www.wastiesspace.co.uk/Wasties_Space/DIARY.html.

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“Without art and industry we die” Painting by Kay Wood

A Campaigner’s Lament

They had a lovely library
in Kidderminster town
but the council said the roof leaked
so they knocked the library down.

The locals had protested
and the council were quite miffed.
The building was Victorian
and very hard to shift.

They said they’d build a new one
with a swanky gallery,
applied for lots of money
from the National Lottery.

The Arts Council approved it,
delivering such wealth
knowing that art and music
are good for people’s health.

And so the gallery made up
for the council’s big mistake.
A Steinway grand piano
was the icing on the cake.

Architects designed the room
so nothing could compete
with its excellent acoustic.
Humidity and heat

were tempered for the Steinway,
a special piece of kit.
You’d think the county council
would be very proud of it,

an asset to the county
and its economy,
of national significance,
a public facility

where visitors can stand well back
and contemplate the art;
a peaceful place, away from noise,
to calm a frantic heart.

Without this precious venue
there’d be an aching gap –
musicians come from far afield,
put Kiddy on the cultural map.

But after less than twenty years,
the council looked about
for savings from their budget
and they kicked the Steinway out.

They hadn’t made the most of it,
they hadn’t publicised
the jewel of the county
so it came as no surprise

that the Gallery was underused.
The council didn’t care.
“If we were building now” they said
“we wouldn’t put it there.”

They filled the Gallery with desks
and said they’d ‘reprovide’
a room for hanging pictures
with much less space inside.

The locals had protested
and the council were upset:
“How dare you sing your songs at us!”
The town will not forget.

© Heather Wastie
October 2012

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Blame the weather man

The very first image which sparked off my interest in writing about Kidderminster and the carpet industry was one presented by Melvyn Thompson during a tour of the town. He talked about dyes from the various factories combining their colours in the River Stour. Very recently I was sent a poem about The Stour which includes that image so I have added it to the collection of writing by others on the Your Stories page, with thanks to Roger Mathews.

Since we’re on the subject of rivers, I wrote a piece recently which refers to the flooding issues along the River Severn. It also collects together quirky quotes from TV weather presenters. The verses are spoken and the chorus (in italics) sung. I sang it at Mouth and Music (www.mouthandmusic.co.uk) and hope to perform it again some time!

Blame the Weatherman

There are a few teething problems with Spring.
The winds are up to no good
and there’s some unctuous warm air
– a weather sandwich.

The barriers are up in Bewdley,
Worcester racecourse is inundated,
the long range weather forecast
is for a 6 week hose pipe ban

so there’s no need to dredge the rivers
and there’s no point clearing out the bridge holes,
water water everywhere
and no-one will carry the can

It’s all down to global warming
that the ice is melting in our greenhouse,
the shifting winds will blow your house down.
Blame the weather man.

Hail and hurricanes and earthquakes
Blame the weather man
(or the weather girl)
Blame the weather man.

The sunshine’s been in the shadows.
There’ll be rain romping in from the west on Wednesday;
It’ll be a real windscreen wiper of a morning.
There’ll be a psychedelic storm followed by some cool days.

We’ve got weather in the forecast today.
It’s going to throw lots of things at us.
The showers could be quite punchy
but we’ll be shoe-horning in some sun.

There’ll be some usable weather flirting with the south coast –
crisp, cold and deliciously sunny.
In the Midlands there’ll be a disappointing fog
and some clearly not helpful rain.

Today will be jam packed with plenty of weather;
I’ve been going mad with the crayons!
It will be colder than the figures on the weather map
due to cold air.
It’ll be 10 degrees. But it will feel like 9.

© Heather Wastie
March 2014