Word Pools: The pantry
George stood on the door step and smelt the sea. He took one of his famous long breaths and tasted salt on his tongue. Shutting his eyes he started to… Read More »Word Pools: The pantry
English Resources
First Word Pools in Chapel-en-le-frith and Marple by Janet Lewison
Maybe there were silent traces of space visitors all over Peru? My dad thought so…. And maybe those Egyptian workers had more help with the pyramids than we imagined? Well… Read More »First Word Pools in Chapel-en-le-frith and Marple by Janet Lewison
Word Pools in Wilfred Owen’s futility.
Move him into the sun – Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this… Read More »Word Pools in Wilfred Owen’s futility.
Word pools that feed us.
I have been a tutor for many years and frequently hear students trapping their potential growth and happiness through their repetition of cul-de sac words, whose word pools are stagnant… Read More »Word pools that feed us.
Word pools and Word pooling with Mary Oliver's Moccasin Flowers!
All my life,so far,I have lovedmore than one thing, including the mossy hoovesof dreams, including’the spongy litterunder the tall trees. In springthe moccasin flowersreach for the cracklinglick of the sun… Read More »Word pools and Word pooling with Mary Oliver's Moccasin Flowers!
Word Pools Two: Mary Oliver’s Sunrise
You can die for it– an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.… Read More »Word Pools Two: Mary Oliver’s Sunrise
Word Pools
Walking along Anglesey’s coastal path I found the rhythm of walking and the freshness of the air encouraged all sorts of words to join me, to come strolling along besides me… Read More »Word Pools
Trees that listen by Clara (another Anglesey poem)
Trees that listen – when humans don’t, gather round-but don’t talk -as humans do…
An Anglesey Garden by Clara
A bird bath that gives hope to the garden stands watch over the brown horse who lingers here in the grass…
Playing Boules on Anglesey by Clara
As silver drops hit the ground, Others fail this life’s game, Which people take for granted…
Suncatcher
Katherine was reading a small book waiting for her visitor whose wet hair she could not live without. Behind her the girl in the wall was giggling again and if… Read More »Suncatcher
Joy: Vision of Anglesey
I see you step out Of the blue sky Taller than these tulips, Laughing across basking dandelions, talking of churches And hope and love.
Clara and I in Anglesey!
Sitting on the garden steps, We bartered over our pound sunglasses, Watched over by Holy island’s Inky blue Shape. And twenty two white statues, Secretly blessing us.
Wales: a prose poem!
it takes me to slate shale and corroded boat bottom bolts, rolling gentle, this way and that, as rhythmic lovers in lost rockpools where the broken strength of iron fills the nostrils… Read More »Wales: a prose poem!
Mind Dancing
Somewhere holy and ancient, Your tiny, competent hands, Are blessing stories In the sunshine…
Anglesey with loveXXX
The gulls are listening to the kite, And I have walked into words like cove, lichen, Bracken. Barefoot feeling April’s Centuries Stepping into the sunshine, This beach. Hope.
Daylight by Elaine Feinstein
There are owls in the garden tonight, and a dog barking. After so many fevers and such loss, I am holding you in my arms tonight, as if your whole… Read More »Daylight by Elaine Feinstein
Katherine Mansfield and Jaques.
Katherine kept forgetting to talk to people. Words felt like grey pebbles in her mouth. Her dry lips sand-papered away syllables and the maid would pause at the door confused… Read More »Katherine Mansfield and Jaques.
Kezia Burnell in Katherine Mansfield’s stories about New Zealand
Katherine Mansfield’s Kezia always makes me SMILE!!! Whenever she appears in a story I want to stand up and applaud her instinctive kindness, courage and resourcefulness too. She lives in… Read More »Kezia Burnell in Katherine Mansfield’s stories about New Zealand
Ozymandias by Shelley: The futility of power? Analysis-the importance of metonymy.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered… Read More »Ozymandias by Shelley: The futility of power? Analysis-the importance of metonymy.
The Importance of Synthesis: Emily Bronte, Michael Neill and NLP!
THE night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare… Read More »The Importance of Synthesis: Emily Bronte, Michael Neill and NLP!
Emily Bronte’ Spellbound/The Night : For Rivington Walks and Reads
THE night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare… Read More »Emily Bronte’ Spellbound/The Night : For Rivington Walks and Reads
Gertie Lewison: Remembering someone I have never met!
Yesterday I signed a text ‘Gertie’ because her name appeared in that front part of your head where you simply have to take notice. No obfuscation! So I signed ‘Gertie’… Read More »Gertie Lewison: Remembering someone I have never met!
Rivington Walks and reads with Carol Ann Duffy's Night Writing
Only a neat margin of moonlight there at the curtain’s edge. The room like a dark page. I lie in bed. Silence is ink. The sound of my breath dips… Read More »Rivington Walks and reads with Carol Ann Duffy's Night Writing
Before Gertie
As a child I had a real aversion to grey stone walls and what might lie behind them. I was always looking out for despair rather like some sniper on loan… Read More »Before Gertie
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver after a walk.
One of the less joyous aspects of aging is that our enthusiasms may exceed our bodily capability! My greyhound Betsy seemed progressively more careful as she made her way across… Read More »Wild Geese by Mary Oliver after a walk.
Rivington Walks and Reads: Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have… Read More »Rivington Walks and Reads: Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
Thought for the day: Steeling yourself!
If you think for a moment about very recent global events and dare steel yourself to imagine ‘the unimaginable’ in your own life, ask yourself this, are you living your… Read More »Thought for the day: Steeling yourself!
The star upon my toe!
I have become accustomed to the darkness nowadays. At first it was difficult. Everything had to be negotiated by shape or smell or if I was lucky, the sound. Guess… Read More »The star upon my toe!