Skinny black jeans, sequins gold and green
doing the pyramid and peacock strut
the sun sets down on the farm,
sets on a flame-throwing phoenix
the day's blue sky clouds
tents shift to transport crowds
2000 light Years from home
Turn it up! Turn it up!
a totemic performance
of blockbusters and departures
my first attempt at writing a 'found poem' after reading a review in The Guardian of the Stones magnificent Glastonbury debut.