Guest blog by Shazea Quraishi
For the past few weeks, I have selflessly dedicated myself to inventing a cocktail to celebrate the inaugural Verve festival. My first attempts were heavy on concept: that it must be blue; made with vodka because it’s winter; it must be fresh like the language of poetry, with a metallic tang to suggest the taste of ink, and with notes of cardamom to reflect Birmingham’s multicultural character.
A friend stopped by with her little boy and I roped her in as a guinea pig. 4 hours and 5 (or was it 7?) versions later we agreed it was an interesting concept and a terrible drink. After pouring Rachel and Lucas into an Uber, I started again. My finger turned blue, but I continued undeterred in my determination to perfect this poem in a glass.
Version 11 was the charm! It’s fresh as the best language, deceptively simple as a haiku and blue as ink. Also delicious. Come and see for yourself at the Verve after-party on Sunday 19th. I’ll be there and so will the Verve 11.