This is the first draft of a poem I wrote while at the Cheltenham Literary Festival.
Grey cloudy sky,
Large tents covered in advertising,
Coffee in cardboard cups,
Crocodiles of schoolchildren ushered around by adults in reflective clothing,
Newspapers; free and for sale,
People with identity badges around their necks,
Everyone’s chatting or reading,
Bedraggled flowerbeds soggy with rain,
Canvas bags and rucksacks,
The rain makes a roaring sound as it beats on the canvas roof.