The illuminous Dan Holloway of eight cuts publishers recently enlisted some talented people to help him paint Oxford with poetry
I contributed one of my poems and didn’t think much more of it. Then after the event, where some intrepid writers went round the famous university city attaching poems to anything that would take them, I got a message from Dan. He told me that someone had read my poem, Mr Sunshine Man, and contacted him via the information on the sheet of paper that she found. The person in question said how much she liked my poem.
I was pretty amazed, as I am a VERY part-time poet, and really don’t have a huge amount of confidence in my work. As someone on twitter said not so long ago, ‘life is hard; poetry is harder’. But I don’t turn down a compliment so here is my poem, and some photos of the amazing night time poetry raid on Oxford.
Mr Sunshine Man
You are the bright rays of sunlight crashing through the bars of your own prison cell breaking their way out and into the free world finding me so in need of illumination
OK It wasn’t supposed to come out like that but I am going to leave it. For poetry’s sake.