Would Anyone Be Interested In A Writers Group?

[rowanwitch]

A thread to swap ideas and help one another as it seems a number of us have written and are published, or are in the throes of learning to write. The latter for me apart from a few poems years ago.

[MissTerious2]

I wrote a piece of free verse years ago during a sad time. It was called 'I only came to drink' and was about a rat who was caught near water meant for birds. It was so meaningful to me and the way I see the animal world and human interaction. Now I can't find it! It was really cheerful- not!

I like free verse.

I like your poem Ken.

[douglas9401]

Could this be the unveiling of some great plan in the universe that brings like-minded people together but not by the usual routes?

Answerbank: You came for look now you're writing a book.

[Ken4155]

^
Sounds like a good idea, Doug. Now where's my trusty quill?

[MissTerious2]

Son has decided he would like to shed his worries and demanding job for climbing trees again. He was a terror as a kid for climbing trees. But unfortunately has to consider his responsibilies and his wallet.

[MissTerious2]

Miss t. Is on the wrong thread yet again!

[DTCwordfan]

Don't forget the ink or beetroot juice, Ken....

[rowanwitch]

Sorry, funny enough I was caught up in trying to get all my main characters into the same general area. They are all in Aberystwyth at the moment, apart from Lucifer,who is checking out llama trekking centres and getting his designer shoes ruined. Fluffy however is going to be trotting happily towards Shropshire leaving a trail of bodies in her wake.

[Ken4155]

As i think i've already indicated, i haven't written much in quite some time, so this is another poem from way back when - actually Dec '98;

'Memories'

Spectral memories
Shock, then haunt me,
Like the lyrics of a half-remembered song.

Spiteful memories
Mock, then taunt me,
And tease me back to the days when i was 'wrong'.

Stalking memories
Threaten, then address me,
Like forgotten faces from my distant past.

Explosive memories
Deafen, them compress me,
And implode into my mind with thunderous blasts.

Distant memories
Search, then find me,
Like a postcard from a strange and far-off land.

Darkened memories,
Lurch, then blind me,
And embrace me with the crush of shifting sand.

Cruel memories
Lash, then pound me,
Like the non-stop, driving barrage of pouring rain.

White-water memories,
Wash, then drown me,
And each time i gulp air, i'm drowned again.