The Big Cheese

Mike Church
Over one hundred people were involved in contributing to exciting new group poems at The Big Cheese Festival, Caerphilly on Saturday 30 July 2011.

Poet, Mike Church encouraged people visiting the Festival, from the local area and the Caerphilly Writing Squad to compose a few lines to add to the group poems.

Alliteration, rhyme and rhythm were employed by all involved to create a number of compositions inspired by Miroslav Holub’s poetry.

The Suitcase

Go on open the suitcase
Maybe inside you’ll find
A ventriloquist’s dummy
Or three Russian dolls
Maybe you’ll find a single purple rose
Or a severed leg.
Go on open the suitcase
Maybe inside will be the keys to a holiday
Or a bunch of green grapes
A bottle of chilled water
Or a dragon breathing garlic
Go on open it
Maybe inside
There are lost sunglasses in the snow
Or a punctured rugby dream
Or a single million pound coin
Go on open the suitcase
Maybe you’ll find
The world rotating
Or nothing at all
Come on open the suitcase
You might find
A sword and St George
And Lord Lucan
There maybe a highly strung tennis player
Or a gigantic pen

Come on open it let’s see what’s inside
We want to know what’s in there
What if there is a severed leg?
Maybe we could save the world?

No don’t open it…it’s not yours!
In my mind

Search your mind
You might find nothing at all
Or Harry Potter may be looking for a wand
You might see an elephant doing origami
Or a man eating a suitcase
There maybe a string of uncooked sausages
Or a mouse eating needles and socks
Is this my head
Or maybe yours?
Search your mind
See if you can spot the dog on a date
Or rummage for an old fashioned swimsuit
Search for the unpicked scab that calls
Or see the anaconda eating cheese
And wait for the hurricane to blow

Search your mind
We’re intrigued
We’re nosey
It’s an unexploded bomb

In My Head

In my head is a giant lightening breathing grizzly bear
Called Zut
There’s a tune I can’t admit that I like
There are thoughts fluttering round like butterflies
In my head there is a chocolate river
And there’s a hairy doughnut
There are giant green caterpillars with human faces
In my head is a terrifying claw
And there’s an old smelly trainer
There’s a gaggle of geese swimming across a moat
In my head is an exciting book
And a big grey cloud
There are crowds of people milling around
So many things in my head
And there are more
Enough to make me eternal
So we’ll stop for now

Joshua McCarthy

In My Head

In my head is an idea to write a poem
There’s a fully functioning working brain
And there’s a recipe for bread
There’s me at The Big Cheese

In my head is a stick of dynamite
A delicious piece of chocolate
And a burst ice cream
There’s an explosion of flour

In my head
There’s a snoring giant
Eating biscuits
And there’s a warm waiting bath

Isn’t it great that we all have heads
And lots of different ideas?

The Dietch Family.