Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A real life poetry bus

I can't believe I forgot to tell you about my real life poetry bus experience last weekend, ok well, maybe I can believe it, just a little bit, (I'm pretty gullible about believing things that have actually happened, especially when they're in the past, but the future is a much less credible thing) but anyway
It was rather apt that Monday's bus prompt was one suitable for a wedding, since I had just been attending a hen weekend last Friday to Sunday, this included but was not limited to...
A sunset swim off Spanish point
A game of Cranium, badly lost by moi
A drenched soaking wet despite the wet gear walking tour around the burren, followed by the tour guide's mammy's apple pie.
Dinner out with 21 lovely girls in a restaurant that was just like someone's house out the country
A mystery tour landing in a huge pub in the tiny village of Doolin, complete with trad session and an overspill of merrymakers from the Lisdoonvarna matchmaking fest
ending with
best of all

Yes the super friendly bus driver that we had, refused to move the bus till party pieces got under way and so it was that when the time came I found myself saying my poems, into the loud hailer of the bus, in the middle of the night, hurtling around the back roads, somewhere in County Clare.

And the chocolate biscuit cake afterwards wasn't half bad either.


NanU said...

Now there's a Poetry experience!

Rachel Fox said...

How brilliant!

Niamh B said...

It rocked!

Gerry Snape said...

Niamh!! this is obviously the way forward...all together girls!
I love the thought!

Niamh B said...

Thanks Gerry, twas a lot of fun

Titus said...

Ah, this is the stuff that dreams are made of!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Tis brillio for sure! And the precedent has now been set.The magico is already in place.There is proof, empirical evidence, that a bus poetique can and does mkake magico.How dare they turn their clkique ridden intellectually redundant though superficially, ostensibly, superorir stuck up noses, towards the bus of many colours, many vibes many , indeed manifold, poetic voices, again. FOR SHAME!The WV is 'ousting'! How apposite.Kismet!

Niamh B said...

Tks Titus and TFE, the mad thing was it took me another day to connect that with the poetry bus as we know it... I can be a little unfast that way