New Beginnings

Kidderminster College Competition for budding flash fiction writers began this week. Thought I would share my entry:

A New Beginning

Felix log Sorbate day 31st

Even now it has not stopped. Our ship pitches back and forth. Her great mass swings in deep relentless waves. The only chance I get to write is in the lull, just before she flies back the other way. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. Now I would not dare even if I could. The star we followed has led us into uncharted territory. Fear has a grip on me, on us! For we cannot seem to navigate. Our instruments affected by an unseen menace. Our ship whines and creeks with horrifying sounds. Alex says…

Felix log 1st day of Lecithin

A tragedy. We have grounded. It is dark here. The darkness in this unknown land grows darker each moment. Outside the light of my lamp it is blackness, the depth of which I have never seen in all my years. I am writing quickly to preserve light because we do not know how long this darkness will last. This land is cold too and getting colder still. The moisture has frozen in the air and fallen to the ground. Small mercy is that the air here is clean, though high in oxygen. We have taken shelter in a hollow near our ship’s wreckage. It was the star; this star does not stay in the sky like our own. She goes down. Salvaging what we could in the fading light, Alex and I have set up temporary comforts of light and heat. Lex works hard to make adjustments and calibrations to our instruments. We hope that at least we may send a distress signal. This air and cold here steals the very strength and life from my form. We have accomplished this much thanks only to Lex’s clever idea to use the old space suits. Lex believes that the star will rise again in some 3 to 6 tang. However, I do think he is being hopeful. I do not doubt my crewmate, seeing organic life around us and thriving; but he is lead by faith and I by fact. I will pray tonight but not rest.

I ask myself. Why did you choose us three? You lead us here and then you dashed, thrashed and threw us down. How can we find him now? When we are the ones who are so lost.

Felix log 2nd day of Lecithin

Mixed blessings we received today. Admittedly, I did sleep and… woke to light! We cheered the star’s return to the sky like younglings. She brought with her light, heat and hope. Alex raced to the ship and we followed giddy with joy. Only to be struck low. Sadly, our ship had died in the darkness. This hit us like the dreadful harsh land we had fallen on. Fact that the star was moving across the sky only added to our mournful weeping. Lex offered prays and words of faith as I comforted Alex. We thanked ship for the valiant protection of our soft flesh. We called for blessings from heaven to care for the spirit of our long serving vessel. I know how foolish this will seem to others. Yet it broke me to see Alex talking to it, as if the ship had been a pet or even a man.

We got our first glimpse of the inhabitants on this land. Not long ago it arrived in a kind shuttle. The pod ran along the terrain on four wheels. The form alighted and approached the ruined ship. This species is of similar anatomic arrangement. Like us, it has the two legs, arms, and eyes.  The eyes are very small, with a pointed nose, not wide or flat, as it ought to be. It was only half my height and wrapped up like a new born. Genus of any ancient ancestor we have yet to discover maybe. Hard-pressed not to laugh was I. As on seeing the ship, it becomes agitated or excited by the new vessel. I am not sure how much it could fathom. The creature picked its way tremulous around the carcass. In decreasing orbit and faster and faster it travelled. Stumbling at first, and then tripping, even falling over. Frantic it was to understand what it saw with tiny eyes. It was so unstable I wondered if it was new to use of legs.

This was not the creature that the star gave us the visions of. I must not allow my head to become so affected. We must find this new king the star has called us too. Tomorrow we will attempt to make contact.

Home?

Got the chance to work with some formerly homeless people in a poetry workshop last week and would like to share these two little gems;

 

The Tower

Tall dark tower in the light of the fading hour

Tall dark tower such a hunting power

Tall dark tower a bell tower

Tall dark tower under you I cower

Tall dark tower shelter in rain shower

 

 

Nan’s House

 

Creeping though the house

Just like a little mouse

Don’t let her catch you James

This is no place for silly games

Watch out for her stick

It’s quick with a whip and a flick

No you don’t mess about

Or Nan will start to shout

Then mom will have lots to say

And there will be hell to pay

Sit still James and drink you juice

No more squabbling we’ll call a truce

 

I took these poems to the WEA art group this week and our lovely learners did their own images of home again i just picked out two to show you but they were all brilliant

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A Poety Education for Kemp Hospice

Kidderminster College Poetry Competition is being held to raise money for Kemp Hospice a local cancer charity, these are a couple of entries from students.

studying

Diversity

What is diversity?

The difference between you and me

The difference between he or she

The avoidance of perversity

What is diversity?

More than black or white

More than wrong or right

More struggling against adversity

We want diversity

We want to be free

We want a committee

We all agree

Diversity in college goes hand in hand with knowledge.

 

 

Education

 

Off to get an education

A college level vocation

Waiting at the bus station

Overflowing with anticipation

It’s 32 week duration

Looking forward to graduation

What if there’s been a cancellation?

What if there’s a problem with the application?

Have a done enough preparation?

Enough of my active imagination

I’ll check with student information

They can give me explanation, mediation without hesitation

And soon I be in a new occupation

All thanks to my college education.

The phoenix and the rose

The phoenix and the rose

How they stare in wonder

How they speak in whisper

Lookup to my brother

Looking at your golden glamour

Their awe you devour

For it gives you the power

And me my blood flower

We, you and I know

From the same ashes did grow

We both had to travel

Though a change so dreadful

The doubtful, fearful and dismal

From the crumbled ashes

New hope thrashes and flashes

The glint in our eyes

To our enemies surprise

Both you and I give rise

To new hopes and out cries

We move on, we survive

In the worlds adversity now thrive

Ours is the victory, nature contradictory.

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WEA Creative Writing Tr2 Wk2.1

Q; A 20 minutes timed writing task; In 200 words or less write a monologue from the point of view of the security guard or police officer who caught your shoplifter,

Security officer

“Yes well I’m sorry sir but it’s still stealing. If you have 30 pink cardigans already do you really think this one is necessary.

I’m not out to make an example of you, hell, I don’t think I could keep a straight face reporting it to the special constable. What an absurdity, 83 years old man stealing a pink cashmere cardigan off a sales rack.

Gee! Just look at it, its seen better days, kicked around the floor, no wonder the tag came off, look, just look at that hole, what a travesty, cashmere as well my misses would have a lot to say about washing that.

Well sir, mind you don’t put it in the tumble dryer and I’ve not seen a thing. Not that I’m aware of the cameras blind spot near the escalator but I’ve just got to check the men’s changing room. Would you be a good chap and see that old cardi back to where it belongs. Thank you.”

WEA Creative Writing Tr2 Wk2

Q; A 20 minutes timed writing task; In 200 words or less write a monologue from the point of view of a shop lifter,

Shoplifter

“Tell me, what did you expect me to do? It was as if you had left it out just for me, as if you knew, knew like only fate or God could have known. Honestly officer I’ve never done shoplifting before, not even as a kid.

But there it was, unbelievable, lay in wait I even saw it fall off the hanger in slow motion, the way things do in movies. The security tag broke off when it fell to the floor, truly it did, and I just picked it up.

As I held it in my hands I could feel its soft warmth, just like moms, just as I can remember her in those last few days. It’s even the same shade of pink and everything, look.

Please don’t look at me like that officer its true. For years I have looked for a cardigan exactly like moms I’ve brought about 30 already in my search. Yet this is the one none can compare, it even smells like her a little too, here sniff. It’s the only one left I had to risk it.

I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have just bagged it with my carrots and lettuces but it’s not like I can make a run for it at the age of 83.”

WEA Poem and Painting Workshop (week 2)

Image

 

Sunset

 

Saffron squashes and sunbeams leap

Freedom flows and the field grows

Red skies warning artist forming

Welcome to our sunset vortex

 

Blobs of paint were placed in the centre on the page and then the page folder squashing the paint out to make an image of pure chance.

 

The young person who wrote and painted this struggles to cope after addiction, this is the only group they attend and a reason to leave the flat. Some days it can be hard to deal with this person in our group, it’s not easy to be tolerant. How much hard is it to survive after a crisis though? Can’t say I’d be strong enough to walk out the door or dare to hold my head up in a crowd.

Please be merciful to others.

WEA Paint and Poem Workshop

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Evening At Sea

Come set sail with me in my green boat

As our evening turns blue and we just float,

Come let us drift to the remote.

Don’t worry about the stormy sky

All will fade as time goes by

I know how life can make us cry

So come set sail with me and we can all drift free.

Return to WEA Creative Writing

Q: Create a six word story. Try to hook your reader so they ask what? Why? How? Examples of this;

  • ‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’ By Ernest Hemingway
  • ‘Dad called: DNA back: he isn’t’ By Helen Fielding
  • ‘Megan’s baby: John’s surname, Jim’s eyes’ By Simon Armitage

My attempts…

” ‘Student party Tuesday, get here!’

” ‘heard your call: come home soon’

” ‘You’re gay so? Come home son’

” ‘Lost her: taken from Kidderminster 10:15’

” ‘Cracked it! Quick phone Major Black…’

” ‘Held hostage…can see number…192.’

Liked this one even if I couldn’t get it below seven words; ‘Dog for sale: eats anything loves children’

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