We met for a festive reading and social at the Museum of Futures in December, to celebrate a very successful and enjoyable six months of Seething Writers, and to launch The Seethingographer, a chapbook anthology of writing and images from Seething Writers, published on the brand new Seethingography imprint by Sampson Low publishers.
There were fantastic readings, including a gorgeous poem from Diane Keighley, which she has very kindly allowed to be published here:
Frosted skeletons of leaves adorn the twisted boughs
And icy spears usurp the verdant lawns
While festive laughter rings from lighted halls
And yellow lanterns push back winter’s claws.
In nature’s death we grasp at vital warmth
To fill the darkened hours till new year’s dawn
With joy, the robin’s scarlet heart lifts ours
To see a flash of red, a memory of blood.
Also a great festive tale from Simone Kay:
There was once a Christmas bauble called Michael Bauble. He was the only mouth blown bauble on the tree but because of his plain colour he had been put to the back at the bottom. All he ever wanted to do was sing and all the other Christmas baubles told him not to. They said “that’s not what Christmas baubles do”.
The other Baubles were made of plastic some had white snow on the top , some were spotted , some were iridised , some had indents which would catch the light , some were long and thin, they were all different sizes.
But Michael knew that he was in love with the Angel at the top of the tree and when he sang he felt that he was floating in the air and sure enough he was . The more he sang the higher he got to his angel. The other baubles were inspired to start singing, so started three-part harmonies and singing descant. The small baubles were singing in their high soprano voices and all the big baubles had deep tenor voices and the really big baubles were doing drum and bass.
As Michael reached the top of the tree the Angel saw him and invited him to hang from the bare branch by her side. This was the most joyous and harmonious Christmas tree in all the land. (People came from all over the world to visit this tree, it was in Surbiton)
Thanks to the lovely people who brought mince pies! And especially to Helen Nicholas for supplying the mulled wine – it was very much appreciated!
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!* Lucy X
*This post is rather later than hoped as I have been poorly, but better now.