August 30th, 2015

I was lucky this year, as I have done for many years now, to be able to head to Scotland and help to run a youth week with the Scottish Episcopal Church. One of the activities which I organised was some poetry writing sessions. It was great fun and we had a range of abilities, from delegates who loved to write to those who'd only ever written poetry in their English classes at school. We did a really interesting exercise as a group, where we wrote a found poem using descriptions of items in the room we were using. A picture of one of our finished poems is below, along with a couple of the other poems which were written. Some of the delegates also wrote acrostic poems, shape poems, or worked on pieces they'd already started. We finished up by watching some spoken word poetry on YouTube, with Concrete Pigeon being a particular favourite with some delegates.


Door

Oh door, blue door
Why don’t you touch the floor,
or the ceiling?

Though you are appealing,
your hinge’s paint is peeling
and makes me feel all blue…

just like you!


Yellow Plant

Crinkled, crackled, old and worn,
Hanging from the branch, forlorn.
The yellowed leaf, a masterpiece,
with beauty at it’s core,
but soon to be no more.