She has been sharing her thoughts and words at various poetry and music venues around Los Angeles and has had her work published in several quarterly magazines and anthologies, including the Pelham Parkway Times, the San Gabriel Valley Quarterly, Spectrum, Then and Now and Wild Women of Words, as well as on-line journals. Not too long ago, Judy began to fuse her writings with a musical background of jazz or blues, both instrumental and vocal, adding another dimension to her repertoire.
In October of 2015 she presented a one woman show at the Gardenia Club in Hollywood to musical accompaniment, eliciting a wonderful review in Cabaret Scenes Magazine. Her writings (quoting Jody Jaress, actress, vocalist): “are poignantly descriptive, carry a depth of insight and mystery, and no matter what her subject or genre, are poetically, brilliantly, and sometimes defiantly a lot like Judy herself... wonderfully enjoyable to say the least.”
Grass in Descanso Gardens, spring 2016, Photo by Maja Trochimczyk
REMEMBERING THE DAISY DAYS
As children my best friend and I climbed a grassy hill
that seemed to kiss the sky; it was dotted with flowers.
We thought when we reached the top
The clouds would be just within our reach.
Along the way we passed some trees,
giant oaks and maples and a lone weeping willow.
And there were birds, bluebirds and robins
and we thought “this is where they learn to sing”.
Once at the top we’d sit in the cool grass
picking honeysuckle, drinking nectar from the stems;
We held buttercups to each other’s chins
To see the bright yellow reflection on our faces.
And then there were of course, the wild daisies
Which swayed in the grass and called for us to
Pick one to determine whether the boys we liked
Liked us back – he loves me, he loves me not.
Now all grown up I wander through a field
Of flowers and stoop down to pick a daisy,
Reminded as I am, of those carefree daisy days.
I look around, find myself alone and begin,
I gaze at this lovely perfect flower which seems
to look right back at me with its big yellow eye
As one by one I gently pull petals until
the last petal is gone: “he loves me not”.
He loves me not?– I stare in disbelief at
that unblinking yellow eye and tearfully ask:
“Is that your final answer?”
© Judy Barrat, December 2011
Photo by Maja Trochimczyk
The double-feature reading on May 22, 2016 was a great success and we are grateful to Marcia de la O and Jerry Garcia for sharing their words and ideas with the Village Poets. Here are some pictures taken by Joe DeCenzo.
Photos by Joe DeCenzo and friends.