Velvet Tongue - 6 Feb - Thanks! + POEMS

Thanks to everyone who contributed to the first edition of Velvet Tongue, which has received a 5 STAR review at remotegoat.co.uk:

"Fun, diverse and so sexy!"

http://www.remotegoat.co.uk/review_view.php?uid=6555

Thanks to 10 Gales, for providing a stunning physical space; thanks also to Sina Evil, Cathy Flower, Jonathan Kemp and Sophie Cameron, for their brilliant guest readings; as well as Ant Smith, Marcus Reeves, Graham Buchan, Mel Jones, Kevin Maxwell, Alan Wolfson, Natasha Moskovici, Sophia Blackwell, Scarlet French and Mathew Stradling for their fabulous open mic performances; and, last but no least, a wonderful (packed) audience. 

Here's some photographic evidence:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarezale/
Also by Ant Smith:

http://www.antsmith.net/photographs.php?page=103 (scroll down)
http://www.antsmith.net/photographs.php?page=102
and on facebook (you must log in first):
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=273340&id=571036400&fbid=10150100662231401

 
VELVET TONGUE POEMS:

I include here two pieces that were written specifically for the event. They're both entitled "Velvet Tongue" and were performed on Sunday 6th February 2011 at Ten Gales. One is a  breath taking poem by one of the featured poets, Cathy Flower (pictured  - below -  by Lewis Horsman); the other one is a little limerick by the host, Ernesto Sarezale. Here they are:

Velvet Tongue

(by Cathy Flower)

Oh velvet tongue don’t ever leave me

Your velvet ribbon on my skin

Does such tanta-lizing things

Oops-ay… I spilt my…  coff-ay

My wee favourite ever so small espresso cup

blooms a floral Cezanne mixture on the side…

Tipped it over next to me

Too close it was

Whilst you were stroking my… … …

With (pause)

Your (pause)

Velvet (pause)

Tongue! (pause)

(mellow-ecstasy) Don’t stop (pause)

(mellow-ecstasy) Don’t stop (pause)

(mood change: domineering) I will evict you

if you cease.

Your velvet tongue (pause)

is (pause)

your lease.

© Cathy Flower 2011

 25^th January 2011

Velvet Tongue limerick

(by Ernesto Sarezale)

I sip honey to warm up my tongue.

I use plenty because he’s well hung.

He pulls back the helmet,

it feels just like velvet,

but his dickhead just stinks like old dung.

(February 2011) 

(Picture by Ant Smith)