What a Night
Months of waiting and forward planning
At last the night has come now
Nibbles packed, with fleeces, jumpers
For this end of term celebration.
Picnickers eating their special feasts
As an English sunset blazes
The crowd erupts as you come on stage
The forest rings with clapping.
I sit in my comfy camping chair
And do what writers do though
I watch the people watching you
I force myself to focus.
On centre stage your grand piano
Long hair, fashionably crumpled
Your twenty something liquid voice
Suited to these surroundings
Time flashed by, the programme’s ending
I felt I’d just arrived there
My favourite singer in my favourite place
Jamie Cullum moshing in Delamere Forest
21/7/06
