The blustery weather tonight reminds me of National Poetry Day last Thursday. When I would have preferred to be tucked up by the fire I joined our writers’ group, Fermanagh Creative Writing Group, at Portora Castle to share our poems.  One of our more daring members, Tony Viney, got out on the choppy water in a kayak to read his composition. The rest of us huddled in what’s left of Portora Castle. I was glad that the wind and rain eased off for our readings otherwise references to the silent countryside in my poem, But I’m Here, would have been rather ironic.

It wasn’t a run of the mill event, by any means – definitely an unusual poetry reading. You can read more about it – here.

Dianne dwarfed by Portora Castle