Clichés – that old ball and chain !

Not too long ago, I was having a conversation with some fellow poets on a piece I had just performed, when somebody said I had a type. By type she meant there was a particular way in which I performed my pieces; a stance, a way of enunciation and intonation, a certain judiciousness of gestures….

Poetic Intersections..

 ‘With Surmah thing the black eye’s fringe                 ‘Twill sparkle like a star; With roses dress each raven tress,                 My only loved Dildar’      — Henry L. Derozio (Song of Hindustanee Minstrel) What a lovely use of Surmah and Dildar there…