Poetry Town began in 2015 with a weekly poem displayed in the window of Kirkdale Bookshop. Following overwhelmingly positive responses from customers we have decided to partner with Sydenham Arts to build on the idea and fill Sydenham with poetry not just by famous poets but by local people, both young and old.
28th November 2018
I held an instant in my hands
The thing that no one understands,
The thing most perfect and complete,
Most finely fashioned and most fleet,
And of myself I let it go,
Being afraid to hold it so,
Being afraid that overmuch
It would be tarnished at my touch.
It was as though, thus caught and mine,
A flying fish, a silver line
With wings of gauze grown softer still,
Lay in my hands and at my will,
And of my will it was set free,
And plunged like moonlight in the sea.
And though I surely know if I
Should prison beauty, it would die,
And though I know that flying fish
Are sheathed with subtle spines, I wish
That somewhere, someday, I could hold
The ice-thin wonder, silver-cold,
Until its thorny filigree
Had pierced my hands and wounded me,
And I would chance that beauty, dying,
Were lovelier still than it were flying.