Wondermentalist

At her first appearance at the Wondermentalist Cabaret Lucy Lepchani won the Dead Poets’ Slam on behalf of Robert Service. Next month she was back, representing herself and reading new work and extracts from her CD The Wisdom of Bees. Sample tracks from the CD can be heard on Lucy’s myspace site.

 

 

Lucy also performs as part of the poetry duo ‘The Honeytongues’ with award-winning poet Mim Darlington, and is also currently working on a new show with former ‘official’ football poet Dennis Just Dennis: ‘The Race for the Greenhouse: a Sham Slam Hustings for the Poets Political Party’ to run at festivals this summer. Further bookings welcomed!

 

Other poems by Lucy Lepchani.

The second of these poems, Chocomama’s song, can be heard here…  09-chocomamas-song.mp3

 

Alchemy

My kitchen harbours hedgerow harvests

cooks up cauldron secrets

simmers wayside floribunda

into fragrant musts.

 

Demijohns of jeweled wines

now gather, settling on shelves

to glug in satisfaction to themselves

 

or huddle on cupboards and

gleam from windowsills

summoning sunlight 

burping burbled liquid incantations.

 

Garnet-red and purple-blue

and ruby berry hues

invoke the moods of seasons past,

and heady mead brims full,

swirls with storms and summers’ heat

 

while brews from yellow blooms of gorse,

primroses, cowslips and dandelion manes

and busy elder-flower champagne,

are sparkled with pollen, spangled with spring,

transmuting to fine golden wines.

 

The alchemy of alcohol is an artful craft.

A watchful weave of moments

revealing nature’s sugared cycles,

as perfection liquefies unto itself

and summons us: sip

after sip

after sip

 

raises our glasses until overflowing,

as we tipsily taste transformational bliss

in the hiccupping joy of its dance.

 

 

Chocomama’s Song

Chocomama calling from a hunger in the belly,

she say: ‘Make me an offering! Make me sing!’

Chocomama craving and I haven’t got her any

so I’m running to the corner-shop to buy a little thing

as she rises in the rhythm of the sugars in my blood,

Chocomama, Chocomama, sweet brown mud.

 

They sell her tasty sacrament in supermarket, deli,

at the baker and the temple of the chocolatier,

her benediction lavishes where passion for her ravishes,

cocoa and Kahlua, sweet and saucy everywhere

as she melts in the mouth like the drama of a kiss,

Chocomama, Chocomama, my sweet bliss.

 

Spicy Chocomama she’s the souls own food

cures the madness of the moon when it gets into our mood.

Priestess of deliciousness, lady of leisure,

all Her rituals are acts of love and pleasure

as she slips to the hips from a taste upon the tongue.

Chocomama, Chocomama, your song: sung.

 

Lucy’s excellent Wondermentalist set can also be heard here on www.traydio.com