Reading in trim

I can't believe it was a year since I last made the trip down to Trim to enjoy the hospitality of the Boyne Writers Group at their monthly open mic gig. Shame on me. It is an evening that I enjoy immensely, not least for the wide spectrum of creative writing on offer, whether it is serious verse, comic prose or nostalgic memoir (the adjectives and nouns are interchangeable) and last night the seasonal fare on offer burned as brightly as a Yuletide log.
Every time I go to Knightsbridge, I spend 15 minutes looking for the place, so I allowed this extra time and naturally found it immediately. There was a good Holy Dozen of us there in the intimate surroundings of the library and a very pleasant evening was spent as reader after reader regaled us with seasonal offerings.
I particularly enjoyed Michael Farry's (above right) imaginative take on people of the future discovering the Blanchardstown Shopping Centre and wondering if it was some kind of Newgrange. If they need volunteers to bury it in earth, I'm first in the queue. Tommy Murray (above left) of the Boyne Writers deadly sworn enemies, the Meath Writers Circle, also treated us to some of his award-winning poetry and the always-entertaining Paddy Smith read a very relatable piece on being sent to the supermarket for tins of Roses.
But I'm backing myself into a corner here because I've not the time to mention everybody who read, yet all were very entertaining.
For myself, I couldn't for the life of me remember what I read last year, so I did Midnight Mass, Little Robin Redbreast and Christmas Week in the Blanchardstown Shopping Centre which I'd written that morning in the Library.