It's never too late! Graham Sherwood makes live poetry debut
A momentous occasion has taken place in the poetry realm, an event rarer than hen’s teeth. Write Out Loud ‘old timer’ Graham Sherwood took to the stage for the very first time at Waterstones in Milton Keynes, as part of the 2025 MK Lit Fest celebrations.
Graham won the 2024 MK Lit Fest poetry competition with his entry MK Fortean but was unable to present it last year due to being out of the country. To make amends he agreed to appear at his very first open mic -there were 19 other readers - where he read a poem for Lammas titled ‘Reap’ (see below).
Afterwards he admitted to being “a little nervous”, if only because he had a long wait to step up to the mic. He was the 17th reader.
MK Lit Fest brings together arts and education professionals and enthusiasts who share a love of books, words, writing, speaking and thinking. After a triumphant debut in 2017 - with Lynton Kwesi Johnson, Michael Rosen and much more, it returned in 2018 with an even more ambitious programme, working with new festival partners and venues to bring some of the finest contemporary writing to the city. Other highlights have included Hollie McNish and Lemn Sissay.
The festival continues to build both its face-to face and online presence, giving platforms to rising voices (including LGTBQ voices and writers of colour), and offering development opportunities for emerging writers. It also aims to connect more deeply and pro-actively with local communities and to engage with more diverse audiences. For more information contact Flora Rees at www.mklitfest.org
REAP
by Graham Sherwood
it’s time for rest and guiltily
we take our ease amongst
the butter yellow corn,
fearing haughty August
may stir his listless frame
to catch us naked, like
furtive lovers amid the
signal red poppy heads,
we roll over to face a pastel sky
shade our eyes, keen our ears
somewhere the reaping has begun,
soon the barley will lean
idly in crooked ‘stooks’ and
Goose Fair approaches fast,
young schoolgirls will dance
beneath rich sapphire skies,
corn dollies jiggling from their belts,
painted aprons stained dark
with Paisley patterned
blackberry blood.
Stephen Gospage
Tue 29th Apr 2025 08:36
Well done, Graham. Not sure that I would have the nerve to stand up and do this. Fine poem that you chose, too.