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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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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.

artwork WEA 001