The Together! 2012 Pop-Up Poetry Club offers a FREE weekly poetry workshop for Disabled people from 10:30am to 12noon on Wednesday mornings. We read, write, and talk about poetry over a cuppa.

There is a theme each week, chosen by Clubs Programme Leader Alison Marchant. We meet by Zoom.

Contact [email protected] for more information and to join us.

The themes for Wednesday 29th May was “Blue”.

Jay Joshi: Blue
Your blue-coloured eyes
Sparkle like stars
Your eyes glint in them
Every time you see me.


This is not the Endo: Blue Bamboo
Blue bamboo, grew and grew, then achoo!
Now blue bamboo is askew.

Blue bamboo, in a stew, he threw.
Now blue bamboo all over you.

Blue bamboo, whack a do, cut through.
Now blue bamboo and new canoe.

Blue bamboo, big emu, chew chew.
Now blue bamboo will pass through

Blue bamboo, an old shoe, kung fu.
Now blue bamboo is cut in two.

Blue bamboo, grew and grew, they knew.
Blue bamboo a gross revenue.


Dwain Byran: Blue
The sea is so blue
And so is the sky
You sit back and relax
And your imagination is mild
The clouds, the clouds
The white clouds lightly cover the blue sky
And the blue sea; boats lay softly on the coast
Of the sea
When you’re on holiday
Especially abroad
The blue waves beat on the sand
And the power of nature is really quite grand.


Dwain Bryan: Blue
I guess being blue is when you are down
And you can’t find happiness anywhere around
Blue can be the sky or the water
Blue can be your daily feeling
Feeling down or in the dumps
Or feeling quite sad
The sea is blue but very deep
And if you walk in the sea you can lose your standing feet
The sky is very blue
And if you’re in the air everything is beautiful
And very smooth
You may see clouds in the air
But believe you me there is a good reason that they’re there.


Alya Al-Amoudi: Blue Poem 
Blue is colour
Blue is the sea
Blue is rain
That drips on me
Blue is mammals
Blue is puddles
Blue is the feeling
That makes my mind muddles
Blue is bold
Blue is a whale
With a story to be told.

Pippa Marshall: Blue Whale
The largest known animal
with a loud, deep voice
carrying for hundreds of miles.
Finding food in cold waters,
patterns of sea and sunlight
dapple your unique skin
as you rise from the depths
to catch a breath.

Robert Punton: Blue
Blue is a colour I look good in; it sets off my eyes
Blue is a mood that brings me down,
There is no being jolly in the melancholy
Blues is a singing, music type which gets truly little hype
When it comes to my football, I am a true blue,
A Birmingham City Supporter
Being a bluenose has its ups a downs
At the end of the day, I join the crowd
Make some noise for the boys in royal blue
Who play their hearts out for us at St. Andrews
When it comes to my politics, I am anything but blue
I proudly state I detest anyone spouting
The politics of the blue party, under their blue banner
These ring-wing blighters, are inequality shifters
They look after the rich and deplore the poor
That being said the world is a better place
For having the colour blue
It would be a duller space without the blue hue.


Zillah: In the deep blue
PART ONE

Tangled in an iris.
Mixed in the Aegean
Going down.
Squeezed through.

Black!

My fingers hurt.
Holding onto volcanic rock?

My flippers
a mermaid trail.

Have faith
I will get through this

OUT!

Transparent, translucent.
Visceral, visceral, visceral…
Say it again and I will puke.
Glasses steamed up
And salt in my mouth

Above, paved in silver
As if icing on my blue ocean cake
Not ready to go up.
Running out of time.
Inside this space,
I dive further
On the ocean floor,
lies in a series of death bodies,
charred by war
Intact? But how?

I swim further.
A treasure box,
but I have no key.

I know I cannot breathe
Should I go up?
Or just stay here.

This colour echoes
Slowly…
This colour echoes
Slowly…
Blue
(wait for five seconds)

Count with your fingers
You have a choice?
Or do you?My foot hurts
The pressure of the water, of blue.
It is in me now.

PART TWO
Stop!

It is time
You must go up!

Must go up.
I’m looking…

With my last breath
Stones are upturned

I see it at last.
A pernicious email
Poor memory
Nothing but poor memory
‘I believed in you from the start’.
Stop!

Wait for five seconds
One, two, three, four, five.

I reply:
‘It is understood that
There will be memory loss
But that does not mean…’

EXCUSE ME …
Ladies and gentlemen
Where the hell are we?

In blue…?

Just get out of the ocean.
Time to remember.
Where the hell I am!

My tail wags
Urgently
I am ready to bark.
Wolf, Wolf.
Or swim…
Just tell me.

Ultimately the solution is
To float
One, two, three,

I’m back!
Twisting, squeezing through.
Wrapping around the eyeballs
Of blue eyed caring
Ladies
Who lunch
Spreading myself
On to birthday cakes.
Bright, colourful
and blue.