There was a lot of poetry reading at the Little River Poetry Festival, but there was also plenty of writing as well…
Check out the poems left on the poetry board in the tent!
Haiku on the River by Dave King
With wind-shaped branches,
from afar, tranquility,
how fond illusion!
Untitled by James Bane
Capture scenes as they happen
with ink, before the sound
and colors flit away.
Meadow Haiku by Judith Stevens
Mown grass beckons me.
A gathering of poets
and the river waits…
Two Haiku by Eva Poggi
Little rivers make
big reflections of free souls.
Songs of life for free –
making music from the trees
Living through all birds!
Hollywood Geography by Brian Magill
Pine barrens a mile from A.C.
Jersey devil waltzes into town
Norfolk only hour from D.C.
Virginia Beach full of palms
and cliffs overlooking waves.
Odd how everywhere
resembles B.C. or L. A.
Poem by Eileen Niemi
You can’t hide your heart
Because living water washes
Until everything is clear.
Flapping Towards Freedom by Emagery
More simple, the more
nature heals me.
Poetry fest is an escape for me.
Already more free,
in these mountains
working towards stress-free.
Today, it doesn’t matter who
did what to me,
like these birds taking in
the breeze under lifted wings.
I lift my wings,
I sing the song of Maya’s caged bird.
Flapping is freedom.
Lifted wings, flapping towards freedom.
Protest Poem by Jack Callan
As my hike descended
to the lower hills of farm,
before the light faded,
I felt a presence.
Blackberry radar told me
dark, subtle would follow me
further down, if I went,
and I might now make it out.
So I stopped
to record my poem
before I could be eaten, so that
my last words, penned in tribute,
to the lord of this realm, would remain.
I ate no blackberries, walked out backwards,
made my retreat without incident,
grateful to have met my silent assassin
on his terms, yet live.
He was dead in a week:
one arrow from a strong bow
meant for a deer in bow-hunting season. Three hundred fifty pounds.
He was beautiful, pure, worthy of eating me,
For months, his magnificent pelt haunted me,
casually covering my friend’s front porch floor.
Something in me protested
a taking I could not fully understand, and
I found I missed my fear and all its dimensions,
from childhood time in dream: nightmare,
pursued, but never caught –
Then, finally free, one day,
to eat blackberries.
Poetry on the River by Judith Stevens
(an Ekphrastic poem, written while paddling down The Little River)
Turtle rock slumbers; morning birdsong beckons.
The river burbles an invitation.
Goodbye, tent. Goodbye, meadow.
Our sturdy kayaks dot the wide expanse of water –
bright, multicolored petals floating downstream,
poet-paddlers hunched over their notebooks.
Butterfly hops the bank – a splotch of yellow, trimmed in black.
Mud swallows dart into grasses lining riverbank.
Who lives in these intricate burrows? (Muskrat and otter)
Prehistoric rocks jut forward, taking huge bites of river.
Holy silence envelopes us, folds us close
as seven poets negotiate notebooks, pens, paddles.
An occasional boulder startles us from our reverie.
Mourning dove tolls the hour; tiny bugs skate beside us.
Queen Anne’s Lace nods encouragement as we pass.
The sounds of the river –
whispering, chanting,murmuring –
healing songs of praise steal inside us
Rhododendron forest tiptoes to the water, dips its toes.
We follow a sky-blue trail
to the ancient glacier overhang,
ride the rope to completion.
Queen Anne bows her head in silent benediction.KEEP READING
Sneak peek of Chef Richard Perry‘s preparations for the Little River Poetry Festival!
The festival begins in a matter of hours and Chef Perry is pulling out all the stops to bring some delicious food to the hungry poets. Check out the photo gallery for just some of the delicious food he’s cooking up!
Full menu for the Little River Poetry Festival.KEEP READING
The Little River Poetry Festival is making a big splash!
Check out some of the press we’ve already received. Thank you to everyone who has written about the Festival so far and we look forward to seeing you there on the big day!
Jack’s Back, Loose Leaf Notes (an article about co-founder, Jack Callan, and his art)KEEP READING
Check out the amazing spread Chef Richard Perry is catering for the Little River Poetry Festival!
Dinner: $20 per person
Grilled Mojo-Herb Chicken (chafer)
Hot Smoked Salmon with dill-caper-red onion crème fraiche (cold)
Lemon Grass-Coconut Milk Rice (chafer)
Kale Slaw with sesame oil
Fresh Fruit Salad with Mint and Sorghum
Homemade Tiramisu (no raw eggs)
Frittatas (Hot in chafer)
Vegetarian with fresh garden vegetables, local cheese, one with sausage/bacon
Coffee Breads, Muffins, Scones
Fresh Fruit Salad
Assorted Sandwich Meats (turkey, beef, pork; cooked in-house)
and Sliced Cheeses
Our Remoulade Sauce, Mustard, Lettuces, Pickles, sliced Tomatoes
Tomato-lemon Basil Gazpacho
Apple/Pear/Raisin and Walnut Salad with Honey and Fresh Yogurt
Carrot-Cucumber-Sweet Onion w/ Fresh Basil, Olive Oil and Cider Vin.
Coconut-Cashew Mahi-Mahi with Brown Butter Rum Sauce
Smoked Cider Cured Whole Chicken smoked tomato vinaigrette (cut up for service)
Saffron-Tarragon Rice with Sweet Peas
Sweet Potato Soufflé
Sesame Green Beans with “Our Log” Shiitake Mushrooms
Grilled Vegetables Lasagna
Made with our homemade pasta & ricotta cheese, fresh tomato sauce, fresh herbs
Apple-Peach-Berry Cobbler with whipped Cream
Wild Mushroom, Leek and Apple Strudel
Mini Fruit Muffins
Fried Herbed Chicken Fingers
Shrimp and Asparagus Salad
Spiced Pickled Beets with Oranges
Scallion-Herbed Potato Salad
Our Fermented Vegetable Slaw
Fresh Fruit Salad
Triple Chocolate Cake
Menu items are subject to change. For more information on Richard Perry, check out his website.KEEP READING