Earlier on today I was talking of fountains and during the workshop I ran on Sunday, Rosemary, one of the participants, came up with an amazing image: a secret like a fountain, bursting to be told.
It was lovely to meet both Rosemary and Paul and to be able to spend time writing together in Puck’s Hut
and then sharing what they wrote.
Ernest Hemingway said a writer should always, Write hard and clear about what hurts. And if we assume that what hurts us is what matters to us, then Rosemary and Paul wrote both hard and clear throughout the workshop.
They also left two really lovely tree-themed poems in the box in Puck’s Hut.
Sad trees by Rosemary Owen, Glasgow
A beacon in the distance.
Trees dance to the melancholy of the wind
As I descend.
Shamans by Paul Mallon, Glasgow
Grand and tall, sleeping in the snow,
Seeding brethren in the valley and
Glens. The changing Others walk amongst you
with axe and saw, cutting, what tales can you tell?
Paul, good luck with the novel.
Rosemary, you are a florist, you just don’t do it full time for a living yet. Have faith in yourself and definitely keep writing… poetry is such a great way of finding your way through to what really matters.