George the Poet ...

 

Listening to George the Poet, my eyes pricked with tears - the pale cinders of my heart caught fire - 

Each of his words spoke truth to power - I felt as if I were in a city the night before a revolution - 

Rays of light swept over our heads - my body pulsed to the music of glorious disorder - the band were the disciples of a fiery prophet - 

Sophie danced and whooped - the crowd moved like a passionate animal - 

Each moment was a moment of joy and promise - 

22.00

Monday 13 April 2015

Village Underground

Shoreditch 

London