after such a great time in Doolin – met wonderful poets, fiction writers, journalists, readers readers readers writers writers writers – and now totally understand phrase about great craic. It translates as that crack in time when one minute it’s 1.00am and the open mike session is taking a break and then next it’s 3.45, politics,religions, poetry and fiction have been set to rights and Oh Hell’s Teeth where is the key to the B and B? Though it definitely was neither Ennis nor I who had to spend the rest of one night in a field…..
However this evening lovely friend Chris picked us up, organised celebration with more friends and food then tomorrow (oh today) will take us back to the railway station early for long planned trip to London to see Art and gardens exhibition. Celebration of course because of the honour of my winning Doolin Writers Festival poetry prize. Do feel that South Shropshire should be twinned with County Clare – something about the spirit of places.
Will post poem later – but not yet as have fingers crossed about magazine publication. Will also post pix from Doolin when I can find where I have managed to move them – meanwhile one or two are on the fantastic Wenlock Poetry Festival website as I’m going to be reading there on Saturday and Sunday April 23 and 24.
Thirza Clout 