To avoid hijacking Finuala’s sensitive and beautifully weighted original post any further, I’m going to submit my sandwich-and-coffee-length workshop results here. Even though my efforts are throwaway ones, I really enjoyed this. It was a way for me to spend my lunchtimes getting my mind off my work and getting my right brain active. “Writing practice” is something I don’t allow myself enough time for.
Thanks, Finuala, I hope for more… and that some more Book SA members will take up the opportunity!
1. A poem on the topic ‘Scars’.
It was a rottweiler when I was small, she said.
In a neighbour’s garden. Unchained.
I’d go in uninvited, stealing juicy cherries from his tree.
She turned her back and took off her shirt.
All I saw were the fresh welts,
the sticky red laid down last night.
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