This is another poem I re-worked from an exercise asking us to write about a memory. This is a tongue in cheek recollection of my teenage self going to see my favourite band for the first time.
An Epiphany
Crushed together in a mass of bodies, I feel the sweat
Beading and tricking down my back. Its surreal, the thrum
Of the sound check feels unreal; a vibration through my limbs.
Clad in leopard print and purple feather boa – placed
Together they put Bet Lynch to shame. Sharp ends of
Cheap feathers cling and dig into clammy skin and thick
Black eyeliner melts. However much I try to be cool
I am a damp, feathery panda who can no longer lift her arms.
The lights dim and a roar rises from the crowd. Unfamiliar;
A mad dance begins in my stomach. As if suddenly allowed
Bodies push forwards in unison and there he is, standing proud.
Below Nicky Wire I feel cowed; I am staring up at God,
Allowed to gaze from here; and I have never seen anything quite so
Beautiful, as that six foot man wearing inch thick make up and a red tin hat.