Last night for the first time I attended a recital at a local library. It was an informal affair with an audience of about 25 – 30. In attendance were a couple of the writers from our writing class which meets on a Tuesday evening. Our tutor was there too, so at least he’s now been able to hear my poetry.
I took along a short story and three poems of my own choosing. They were distinctly different, being about reincarnation, Stonehenge and finally the spirit of a dead soldier saving comrades. I was pleased I’d spent a couple of hours polishing what I thought were already decent pieces of verse. It taught me for the umpteenth time never to be totally satisfied with my work. I tend to be like that anyway with my art work. (As seen on my portfolio albums in Facebook)
Suffice to say I enjoyed listening to the efforts of the others who read out their work and I enjoyed reading my own to a live and intimate audience. At least now I know what to expect the next time… and there will be a next time.