POETRY NIGHT
POETRY NIGHT
So I get up when I hear my name,
A surreal sound I don’t recognise.
Should I be here? I ask myself, thinking,
‘I should have come in disguise’.
What happens when I get to the mic’?
I then realise
There’s sweat pouring down my face.
I feel like I should run.
The panic subsides and I hear applause,
Glad I decided to come.
raypool
Tue 23rd Apr 2019 17:41
If this refers to stand up comedy then probably about the same as the walk to the scaffold. If it refers to poetry - I can only speak from experience. First time aged 70 for me, hiding behind an impression of Alan Bennett which helped, and I think that covers your line about disguise! There's a lot to discuss and you have covered it so well in such a short poem. You might come off thinking "there's nothing like a good audience, and this is nothing like a good audience." I am a pianist and have worked for decades with comics and singers- but it's so different when your out front!
Nice one Trevor.