It’s #WorldPoetryDay, and this year we set our staff the challenge of writing poems whilst in lockdown📝 Have a read through these incredible poems by some of our team, from thought-provoking poems to a little bit of whisky🥃
'A Scene in a glass: Made by the sea' by Nicola Dolan Standing by the rugged cliffs, The delicate sea spray caresses my face, I glance down at the pebbles, smooth and round, A blend of senses created by this place. Morsels of salt caught in a tempest, Black pepper rockpools strewn about, Rolling clouds descend bringing mist, The wash of the sea seems to sing and shout. A cold breeze pushes the water, leaving the stones wet, The last drops of a bonfire once billowing with smoke, The fired orange of the embers echoed in sunset, A brief seat on driftwood, a retired oak. Golden flecks of sunlight rest on glistening seaweed, Layers of waves crash onto velvet sand, The crisp air as sharp as a fresh apple, Where sky meets horizon and the sea meets land. The light slowly fades on this vista, Hoping this feeling will never pass, Sat in my chair the four walls returned, I open my eyes, and look down to my glass.
'When Fear arrives' by Lauren McGeorge When Fear arrives he is not gentle he crashes into me like a wave constantly tempting relapse telling me to wear the mask I am working so hard to remove the one which leaves me starving for more popularity prettiness material items and acceptance. But every time Fear comes he builds my resilience does he realise that one day I will no longer need him? that what he is teaching me is how to accept myself Does he realise that what he is teaching me is the remedy to end moving targets and toxic beauty standards?
'It's all in a day' by Heather Newlands I looked out from the window This is very strange Is it for real Or is it just a game. I'm really not used to this There's not a soul in sight A very quiet morning A very quiet night. I get up in the morning All is just the same I look out from the window A little bit of rain. Then all of a sudden I feel a great thrill I can see two people At the top of the hill. I get a bit excited Inspiration I have felt I wonder if I asked them Would they let me help. So off I go along the road To the Greenkeepers shed What would you like to do Anything I said. I make my way towards The Club With bottle, tubes and feeds Up and down the paving stones Killing off the weeds. Next day it is different Picking up the litter If I keep going like this I will be much fitter. So as the weeks go on The jobs get more advanced Cutting down the hedges And some big trees are lanced. Now the course is open They can only play in pairs They need someone out there To make sure play is fair. So in the buggy off I go Nothing has felt stranger Unknown to myself I was nominated ranger Now don't you be shaking hands Don't you touch the ball Stay well apart I think you know it all. Some of the seniors Out of practise miss the hole But I was there to cheer them up With a mini chocolate roll. It's all so very social I've made a lot of friends But lockdown two came along And again it all ends. I am still helping out With lots of different factors But let me make it very clear I'm not maintaining tractors. I only know the rules I don't play the game But I honestly have to say This has kept me sane. So this is my story It's all I have to say I feel so very lucky That I'm out there every day. Keep Smiling!