Poetry

Hi it’s Fi here, your Just Another Anima poet in residence.

Fi on stage at the fabulous Stanza spoken word night in Newcastle. (2015)

Fi on stage at the fabulous Stanza spoken word night in Newcastle. (2015)

Poetry is something I’ve been doing for a long time now.  I think I was about 7 when I first started writing poems, and it really took off once I was in my early teens.  Some form of paper and a pen quickly became essential items.  To be carried everywhere.  At all times.

For a lot of years my Scribbles, as I called them then, were mostly reserved for myself.  Sometimes tentatively shared with a few close friends.  Then, when I was in my early 30s, I got connected to this newfangled thing called “the internet”, that was just becoming affordable to ordinary mortals.  I was still “keeping it in my bedroom”, but now my bedroom was connected to America, South Africa, The Netherlands.  I found an online writers’ group and began sharing my work and dreaming of new horizons with like minded scribblers across the globe.  When my local Arts Trust in Shetland started up a real, physical, come and meet up writers’ group,  I went along. Before I knew it I had a couple of poems published in magazines.  In 2003 Shetland held it’s first ever Poetry Slam.  It was my first introduction to performance poetry aka spoken word.  I entered.  I won.  The bug had well and truly bit.

On stage at the Wickerman Festival

On stage at the Wickerman Festival

I was writing like a fiend, and couldn’t get enough of performance poetry.  I put on a spoken word night in Shetland.  I travelled back and fro to the Scottish mainland to perform at events and compete in slams.  In 2004, a year and a half after my first performance, I moved to Edinburgh to enable me to perform more regularly.  This also had the unexpected consequence of me moving in with a certain local saxophonist called Jay Sloan.  Life would never be the same again.

Over the last 13 years I’ve performed many times at festivals and spoken word nights across the U.K.  I’ve won a few slams.  I’ve lost a lot more.  My favourite venues to date have been; The Scottish Parliament as part of the worldwide “Why Democracy?” debate.  Underneath a freezing cold, 200 ft high, disused grain silo.  And last, but certainly, definitely not least a few meters away from a Tyrannosaurus Rex at the Museum of Edinburgh.  It’s a wonderful life, and I’m eternally grateful that I took that first, long ago, scary step out of my bedroom.

Guerilla poetry at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Guerilla poetry at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Without it so many things would never have happened.  Jay and I would probably never have got together.  Just Another Anima would never have become a dream, never mind a reality.  And I wouldn’t be taking this gloriously nerve wracking next step of packing up our flat, jumpimg in a motorhome and heading off to write my way round Europe.  What a marvellous tree of life it is.

I’ll be posting up the poems I write along the way in the blog.  You can find them under Poems in the category list, or by clicking here.

Fi. x

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