Last Saturday I spend the day up at The Ciliau in Mid-Wales. I was there at the end of summer and we spent a wonderful day writing about the countryside and read poetry down by the river. This time you could definitely tell winter is on its way, the wind battered down the fields and the river was almost unrecognizable. Christina and Emma were facilitating again and they made it an amazing day with a beautiful range of winter poetry to read and inspire us. I wrote loads on the day and I am looking forward to going back over things and editing. Below are two pieces I am pretty happy with, the first piece was inspired by the prompt ‘winter from inside the house’ and the seconds one I was inspired by the poem ‘The Promise of Snow‘ by Esther Morgan to personify winter.
Winter Woes
The toilet is always cold
Nothing heats the ceramic bowl
In the dead of night when I can wait no longer
With a heavy heart it’s there I wander
To be woken up with a chill to my ass
Oh, woe is me for being a lass
Winter Kisses
Winter has kissed many lips
Not bothered by sex, colour or creed
all lips are given the same attention
but some are kissed so hard they bleed and crack
The ones without home or fires
are favoured with an embrace
squeezed until their bodies become cold
and as stiff as their loving captor
Winter watches the people left behind
weeping in jealousy of those chosen for special attention
winter thinks if they were to pay them enough thought
he would not have to hold the ones we forgot.