Liv Torc is a Frome-based standup poet, wondermentalist, comedian who seeks the humanity and absurdity within the human condition and when she finds it, she strips it naked and kicks it...
She was invited to write a poem during the Frome Campfire Conversation which rounded off the evening :
We light little fires,
At the centre of little circles
In the middle of little streets
Whisper our stories into the smoke
until they fill our lungs
and stain our hair
Until we smell of ash and ideas.
Cook local sausages
over beeswax candles
and lean back into the arms
of beautiful smiles.
We become constellations of culture
Get Google maps to chart us
like a new universe
and trip advisor to rate the satisfaction
of our hearths and hearts
A roaring conflagration of voices
Grassroots twitching between our toes.
we put down our bats
and stop playing ping pong with whispers
set the ideas free
crack them like greyhounds
detonate the damn and stand in front of the approaching tsunami
wearing racing green wellingtons
and a hat made from the Guardian
we start spending every Tuesday afternoon trying on other people's shoes
To see which ones are best for dancing
or standing in line at food banks
catapult our bubbles
into the dewy dawn,
let them float over back gardens
and brick walls,
car parks and playgrounds,
alleys and prisons,
skyscrapers and dockyards.
Like the rainy season after a drought
The 2% and the 98%,
the 48% and the 52%...
Our friends, parents, colleagues, neighbours, children...
You, me, the Prime Minister
and the woman who works
in the Coop...
we just try
to live together?