Poetry

Workshop Adventures

The day has been full-on:

adventures and silliness,

words sandwiched between words

and tales twisted until every drop

of story has been strained out

and boiled back together.

Hard sweets bursting with flavour.

Smiles, giggles and notes running off the page,

finishing with inspiration not just

for the listeners,

but the speaker also.

Poetry

An evening stroll

We have our cast of characters now; moorhens, geese, gatekeepers, holly blues. There, a twitch of whisker, a puff of white cotton-tail. The wind bending the rushes with a twist of its little finger. Can you feel the scene being set? The water ripples as a pair of ducks land. A mouse runs across my boot and moths fly up as I shake their precious hiding places with my clumsy tread. Light gleams over, giving my hair fire. My cheeks are pinched red as evening sets in.