IWritten 2017
Apples inspired by Janet Weight Reed artist and blogger
I must have had a wish to write.Because for many years ,I studied books on poetry and creative writing.I began to collect images and events which affected me emotionally in a notebook.Then one day I asked,When will I ever write?
I had to start, unconfident as I was. Time was passing
Here is the first poem I wrote.[January 2010]
CHRISTMAS SNOW
Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
And then ,exactly when?
“Between the wars”,it stopped. Now we know there is no “Between the wars”.
And who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned
And closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs
Nor for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour
Where would He go today?
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Photo my own
From the first poem, I can see my mind was wondering if there is any space in the world now safe enough for a creative happening.After I wrote this,I was unsure if I’d get any more inspiration but I did
Here is a slightly later poem
SUN PAINTING
Bright sun
Paints a shadow picture
On the white wall
Dried stems
Of Michaelmas daisies
A leaf caught in a cobweb sways
To and fro.
I gaze.
Silence.
After two years or so I began to write sonnets which I had never believed I could do
