I joined West Sussex Writers in time for their 80th birthday Workshop celebration yesterday, complete with cake. Am I glad I did! My only gripe with the day was that too much time was spent on teas and lunch. I would have loved to fit in another workshop.
The two which I attended were both inspirational. Stephanie Norgate, poet and lecturer and the University of Chichester asked us to examine poems and a piece of prose about the sea. With these in mind, we drew upon our own experiences of the sea, its sounds, smells, shapes and colours etc. Using Derek Walcott’s poem, Midsomer Tobago as an example, she asked us to write our own poem based on a seaside place we knew. I was amazed at the quality of writing within the group, which put my small effort to shame.
Inspired by my previous post, I worked on this poem I have called.
Shell strewn strand, soft underfoot
Echoes of laughter and innocence
Distant ships await the tide
By brooding wartime forts
Sweep of light fades,
Morphs into plaintive foghorn
Seafret encompasses, swallows, dulls
the cries of the lost
Forever burnt into memory,
Our hearts ache with loss