Writers' Page 1
During the summer 2001 series of arts workshops in Wrington, Tony Watts ran two writing sessions. At the end of each he asked those taking part to imagine that they were soon to leave this life, and to imagine soaring up above the world and looking down on it, and to write a poem to someone young in their lives -
He was astonished at what emerged - and so too, he felt, were some of the
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I see the shadows thrown by billowy white mist .
You see those clouds, some scudding across sunlit vales,
others glowering from hills beyond,
but all lined with silver.
They truly are.
The light and shadows in your heart may lurch
with silvery shine and dark recess
but Guidance is free, just ask, feel free -
Then feel the warmth.
And spread that warmth: see the silver turn to gold.
I am a chrysalis.
My body is encased in age.
A silken web of years conceals me.
I have become remote from daily life.
Only sounds reach into my cocoon.
I see distressed faces I once knew;
I want to explain that this chrysalis will burst open
And release me, brightly marked, wonderfully coloured.
I shall be re-born.
Nothing of my youth and age will be lost;
It will be translated.
|I look down, my little darling,
From the cave I've seen so many times;
Rainbow colours scarf-swirling
The molten emerald of that subterranean stream -
And I remember the soft touch of your warm
Your brown eyes and blond hair
I want sun to shine on your soul