Folk Club - Diane Scantlebury

Lighting low to eyes glazed with red wine,
Acoustic performance, foot tapping time,
Loud applause, compere’s introductions satirical,
Harmonies and melodies, beautiful and lyrical,
Deft fingers over hard frets plucking, chords strumming,
Entrances the audience, gets finger tips drumming,
Magical ballads from present and past
Wring tears from the eyes, sets hearts beating fast,
The woolly jumpered nod in appreciation humble,
Nervously waiting turn in the background,
Musicians whisper and mumble,
In warm intimate atmosphere, the small encircling throng
Cast off inhibition, break into spontaneous song,
The backing vocals to each chorus, a joyful sing along!

Diane Scantlebury