Yesterday I went with some other writers to The Ciliau which was a beautiful house in the middle of the country. There I met a range of women from professional authors, to a pilates instructor and an artist and we spent the day writing and performing poetry in this beautiful landscape.
Later in the day we went down to the river and performed some poetry the waters edge and then had a chance to write some of our own. This is perhaps my favourite piece of the day and the most polished in the short time we had. I wrote several other poems and prose pieces during the day which I am still working on editing. I read this to the group at the end of the day at Ciliau and got lots of laughs out of them. The leader of the group also said she liked the way I read it, I’ve got a bit of a accent that seemingly works well when I read, so I might try recording it and seeing how that goes.
I’m a stone, a little red stone
In my little river home
I’m not self-conscious of my shade
So bright others call me brave
I don’t know why I am so red
“You’re just unique.” My parents said
But I’m not sure that’s really true
I could have been born green, black or blue
Perhaps its because I blush
Or I’m having a hot flush
But I am not prone to emotions much
And I’m not sure I have hormones as such
But yet here I am, a little red stone
In the little river I call my home