It was another great night at the King Edward Street Chapel, really well attended. Also, even more of the Maccwriters were on the floor this year, with an eclectic mix of poems, stories, light and dark.
We started off with compère Sandy, newly back from adventures in Oz, who gave us a story with a dog’s eye view and a poem about a butterfly in winter. Margaret, who always does us proud organising these events and sorting out the finances, had a mix of poems, including every mother’s view of the dreaded school Nativity play. Joy Winkler’s poems about childhood are always acutely and poignantly observed, and touch on memories within us all.
It was, as expected, a wintery mix of subjects – sheep lost in snow drifts (Jean), a lovely piece of prose from Abby about a child born in Winter, Mike’s cautionary parrot tale, Patrick regaled us with a humorous Santa Claus story that managed to explain how he really gets around the world (though is not possibly the cheery soul the Coca Cola adverts would have us believe). Simon’s sensuous exploration of cake (you had to be there) contrasted nicely with Ernest’s cosmic Christmas piece.
Jackie looked at winter from a different angle and gave us an historical viewpoint from J S Bach. Howard reminded us about the difficulties of being homeless with some true observations, whilst Rob explored the macabre theory of ‘the weight of the human soul’, and just how curiosity and experimentation can backfire, a subject reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe (I do like a bit of darkness at Christmas!)
There were many other great pieces, which will quite possibly feature in the next Maccwriters’ compilation.
Many thanks to the staff of the chapel for allowing the occasional irreverence and the creative chaos that usually accompanies these events, hopefully someone remembered to do the washing-up!