Last Saturday at 2pm in Ireland, Dublin, in the Phoenix Park, in the shade of a house and in the shadow of a tree in the sunshine, Kevin Bateman gathered together a group of poets for his latest spoken word event ‘I can Dream and You can Love‘ which went out live, as usual, on periscope and every poet was revealed there and then, no pre announcements, no listings of performers beforehand, as is so usual in these days of social media. Kevin indulges ingeniously in the mystery of the moments that unfold when a name is called before the camera rolling and their words fill the air and travel across the skies.

His choices for these locations are often sacred grounds, off the beaten track, forgotten by guide books and now, thankfully, reclaimed as the performances unfold. This last location in the Phoenix park was on the Hill of the Mariners were one of the oldest dolmans in Ireland is located, Knockmaree Dolman. Discovered in the 1800’s, two bodies were found in the tomb which dates back to almost 3500bc and the bodies were suggested to have been sailors, hence the name Hill of the Mariners. Watch the show and you will hear how it took Kevin almost 10 years to find this dolman that has been left to hang beneath a shadow of a tree, in the stillness of the silence, sometimes in the sunshine, often in the shade.

For this event, Kevin gathered 8 poets including himself and you can watch the video which had over 1000 views on Periscope in the first 24 hours of its life. The links below are for Periscope and YouTube.

The poets, who all performed 4 poems, under a theme of love, dreams and the current climate in Ireland, were, in order of appearance;

Kevin Bateman (on Twitter as @Bate_Kevin) drew us into the crime controlled streets of Dublin while leaving us tender with the line ‘…do not let the dead rest in photos, let them move on…’ from his poem A Room of Utter Sadness.


Supriya K Dhaliwal (on Twitter as @supriyadhaliwal) painted for us a cornucopia of Indian colors and tears and whose poem Meet Me in the Morning on No Man’s Land will long linger in my ear as a beacon of hope.


Jasmina Šušić enthralled and captivated us with her raw emotion, passion and her willingness to drop the guard and share her gentle side with We are Soft Animals but Our Hearts are Weak.


I was lucky enough to be invited to perform among these precious talents which made this the first time to ever read my poems in public, to ever read in public! I read 4 poems which you can find here on my blog…

Spelling Peace https://deuxiemepeau.blog/2017/11/19/spelling-peace-day-19-of-a-month-with-yeats/

Carved In https://deuxiemepeau.blog/2015/12/05/carved-in/

Salmon Dancers https://deuxiemepeau.blog/2017/11/03/salmon-dancers-day-3-of-a-month-with-yeats/

Wilful in the Wild https://deuxiemepeau.blog/2016/07/27/wilful/


Jessica Traynor (on Twitter as @JessicaTraynor6) struck a fire in our historic hearts with her gem of a poem Matches for Rosa, for Rosa Luxembourg and brought us right up to date into an Ireland of today, questioning the right for individual choice with her poem Tender Butchery, my own skin still shivering with the powerful line ‘…the world has no business wearing my skin.’


Catherine Ann Cullen (on Twitter as @tarryathome), along with her ever listening dog,  carried us around the world on the triple spirals of the triskele and took us out and under the harsh waters of homelessness by the Royal Canal in Dublin with her poem entitled Flood, ‘…and they flooded the walkway… so she might float out of sight…’


Eilín de Paor (on Twitter as @edepaor) pulled us in with unexpected treasures found along the way, a nod to lasting impressions still loved though lost and ‘an intimate poem for such an outdoor area’ Island Life where a woman surrenders to ‘…each suckling lap…’ of the first wave of motherhood.


Maeve O’Sullivan ( on Twitter as @writefromwithin) also brought us to India and returned us to Ireland through two bejeweled haiku sequences and grounded the force of an ocean of love in the sonnet Fathomless ‘…the twist of your hair in my knuckled fist…’


Periscope link: https://www.pscp.tv/w/bVcMWDFlUkV4cVlWVnhQUXd8MXZPeHdBTFhwRE1HQs6p0u7wzeWUvfUmOmse42HeaA_-COCeSHxdhfL9zQuH

YouTube Link:

Extra photos of the group are curtesy of Harry Browne who can be found on Ficker.com

And you can just see the deer above that was watching over us from the not too far distance…



  1. Paula Antonello Moore

    What a true pleasure to see you express your heart! I’ve listened to past recordings but how much more meaningful to see you share them on camera. What a treat, Dami, the words, the atmosphere. How lovely all around! Good for You.

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you my friend! This was the most wonderful experience and a fantastic place to speak my first poems in public on front of such a talented group of writers! I have been watching the recording back since Saturday and am mesmerized by the strength of everyone’s unique style. Saturday was too much to take in all in one go and to remember to breathe at the same time so now i can return and watch and be inspired! Thank you, thank you Paula 🤗🤗😚😚

  2. Alison

    I fear public speaking except I was able to deliver my dad’s eulogy without any problem. I think when you are passionate about the topic the nerves don’t get in the way. You didn’t say how it felt? Were you at all nervous? Love your work. Love your voice.

    1. deuxiemepeau

      I totally agree, I gave my grandmother’s eulogy 10 years ago next month and it was the first time to speak on front of many people, but it was about someone I loved without question and so it was an honor.
      This time it was my first time to read my poetry, I record it of course for SoundCloud but it’s so different in the comfort of your own house with only the walls listening in to being in an open field with fellow poets watching on and the world listening in as it was live on periscope as we were performing.
      I was very nervous in the days leading up and had spent almost a month beforehand going through over 1000 poems to select only 4 and then not long before I learned of the location and realized I needed to rethink what I had selected to fit more in with the surroundings. I flew home for the occasion and spent time with family beforehand but was a little distracted by the thought but also knew this was going to be a wonderful opportunity and a wonderful experience as I had watched Kevin’s events before and was so honored to be invited to take part.
      The Phoenix park is so huge that I walked 45 minutes to reach the event instead of taking a bus through the park as I heard that exercise before public speaking gets the body and mind fit to fight so by the time I climbed the hill to the mound I felt more calm. The nature of the park itself seemed to have enveloped me in its own state of maturity.
      I know I was nervous and fluffed the odd word or two but in the end I felt so proud of myself for revealing who I am, for sharing what I love doing.
      The entire group were so beautiful. We only met minutes before the performance but a few of us expressed a similar feeling of nerves which only helped to bond us and calm ourselves.
      My body started shaking after I had finished speaking which I thought was just the cold wind sweeping over the hills. It was about 12 degrees but I had been standing outdoors for 2 hours so it seemed only natural but, again, I mentioned this afterwards and I wasn’t alone in this. I think it was the bodies way of setting back down.
      A gin and tonic or two helped later on in the pub as we toasted our voices and bravery.
      Kevin is an amazing, talented and giving man and I am so thrilled to have made my poetry speaking debut amid such talented souls.

      1. Alison

        I’m grateful to you for writing about this experience and exposing us to Kevin and this forum. I don’t do much public speaking anymore since I’ve retired but once I delivered a report and when I sat down the guy next to me said, “You’re far too intelligent to come off so lacking in confidence”. I hated hearing that was his take-away from my speech. It was lunchtime so I didn’t even think of a gin and tonic. Dang it.

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