Recently, working alongside Scottish Borders Libraries, I've tutored a couple of workshops on the theme of Spring. One workshop was held at Kelso Library the other Eyemouth Library.
As well as really enjoying the workshops and the work produced by the participants I've worked and continue to work on a number of poems and stories around the theme myself.
Below is a couple of examples.
The first the poem is complete. The second the short story is to be continued!
SPRING IS…
Bursting forth to
catch the spreading sun
Grass growth crew cut
by ruthless lawn mowers.
Scanning the horizon
for holidays approaching.
Spring is…
Marie Curie daffodils
spreading hope along the winding road.
A choir of birds
singing laughter to winter’s end.
A street of smiles.
Spring is…
Remembering endings
shadowing beginnings.
Spring is…
Time to let out our
collective breath
Breath anew.
SPRING IS…BIRD SONG.
‘Time to get up. Time to get up.’
He threw his pillow at the mocking
birds on his window ledge. They
fluttered away then landed again moments later.
‘You missed. You missed.’ The birds
sang.
He lay on his side and stared at
the bedside clock. It flashed 6.23am.
Still he asked. ‘What time do you
call this to be waking a man up?’
‘Spring is here. Spring is here.’ The birds sang.
The man groaned. ‘It can’t be.’
The birds fluttered and danced on
the window ledge.
‘Winter is dead. Winter is dead.’
‘Winter is a zombie.’ The man said.
‘It will rise again.’
By the time the man showered and
dressed the Everly Brothers of the bird world had gone to torment another
Winter soul. The man stared out at the rapidly wakening world. He would have
liked to tug open the window and shout.
‘I hate Spring.’
He didn’t contenting himself with
scratching the words on the dew collected on the window.
(to be continued!)
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