Poetry Blogs (Glastonbury)
On being young and foolish at the second muddiest Glastonbury Festival in history.
Thursday 22nd November 2018 2:06 pm
In the 1980s there was anger in the air
Thatcher’s children breathing fire with bile-fuelled despair
And thick, treacly green gel bound my spiky hair
The Mary Chain’s screeches echoed in my ears
Morrissey’s tortured words fuelled my every angst and fear
A bedroom rebel hiding from the day-glo Tory cheers
Oh how I felt so Bohemian then
Wham’s false jollity was d...
Saturday 17th August 2013 3:13 pm