Tea on Tuesday....T stands for PoeTry!

Hello There

It is Tuesday and, as I am inclined to do on a Tuesday, I am sharing a drink over with Elizabeth.  Traditionally it is supposed to be a cuppa tea but when I took my photo in readiness to share with you I had a glass of South African Vino at the ready so I thought I would share it anyway.   

If you happen to have read my previous post, you will know that I mentioned that I went on a Creative Writing/Journalling course on Saturday.  To be honest I was not sure what the day would entail but it was a really good day.  I had to engage my brain in a way that I haven't done in a while and also write more than I have done for a long while but I felt very good (and shattered) when the day was finished.  

The general theme of the day was Spring.  We were all asked, around the table, what Spring meant to each of us.   We were then split into groups of 2/3 and we were given a set sense (taste, sight etc) and time (3 mins) in which to talk to the other/s in the group, listing down any ideas.  The next 4 mins were spent in writing down our lists then picking out two items that stood out and write some words about each.  Bear with me here!  Rebecca then picked each of us at random and asked us to read out our words.  She then wrote all of them down and a Group Poem was born.....

Rebecca has kindly allowed me to share this poem with you and I would just like to share this with you know, whilst we are still in Spring.  I hope you like it...

Spring

Spring is when wet petals cling to you,

Rain heavying petals and wisps and making

Them earthbound.

Spring is the excitement of the new,

Inspiring an energy surge.

Spring is the bees buzzing,

Blue skies and sunshine,

Swifts screeching over the river,

Bringing back memories of

Warm Italian evenings.

Sniff and recognise the hedgerow smell

As a compot of the flavours of spring,

Forming an olfactory soup,

And let the smells inform your appetite.

Spring is the real New Year,

A time of new thoughts and new beginnings.

It is the sun warming, creaking, waking things up.

Watch the vast lawns of bluebells

Swaying in the wind.

Spring is the smell of the earth after rain,

A sense of awakening,

The bleating of new lambs,

And voices longer into the evening.

Group Poem

Spring Creative Writing Workshop, May 10^th 2014.

Arts Alive, with writer Rebecca Loncraine

I hope you like it.  Off now to see what other cuppas folks are up to and drinking over at Elizabeth's.  Hic!

Hettie