Dominic Fisher Poetry
“As if a tree could stutter briefly into being
lose all its leaves then vaporise”
Bonfire Night from a Loft Window
Return to Silver Street
It’s always been on a Friday lunchtime because not everyone wants to or can venture out at night, though there are lots of poetry nights in Bristol, starting up or coming back again. And thanks to St Stephen’s, we’ve got a wonderful new wheel-chair acccessible venue complete with café and toilets. If you’re nearby, would like to come along, and perhaps bring a poem, get in touch via the contact page.
Silver Street is currently organised by Deborah Harvey, Pat Simmons, Rosalie Alston, and me – which sounds as if I awarded myself a gig, but before I was helping to organise the event I’d been due to read there sometime in those Covid mash-up years. In fact I last read there in April 2019, just before there were empty streets and no vapour trails. I read from my then newly published first collection. This time I started with the title poem of the second.
A Customised Selection of Fireworks
It’s the sequence that really matters
colour rhythm flow
which isn’t something the lay person
gets right every time.
Maybe start with deep frozen sparklers
some St Anthony’s fire
a few howling spiders, remembering
odd numbers work best.
So, scotch bonnet, popcorn bombette
high hats, puff adder
jammy dodgers, some gamboge, and
a titanium salute.
Next one or two long-range screamers
(From A Customised Selection of Fireworks, Shoestring Press, 2022)