Poetry
PoetryFor a stimulating and rewarding experience with words Pelham Arts adopt a comprehensive and flexible approach. Workshops will look at a variety of styles and genre, contemporary and traditional use of language.
Poetry classes enable the writer to understand structure, rhythm and rhyme in putting phrase for prose together. In doing this we look at various influences, love, politics, life issues, to name but a few, with consideration to the message you want to convey and the impact on the reader. This results in self growth and awareness not only to the individual but to the audience to which he speaks. Ode to the spinning coin and the seagull I was driving along Hastings seafront and this is what happened….
The Spinning Coin, a gambling haven
Perhaps a bar? I pondered…or just a place to chat.
And drove past The Seagull,
Somewhere to eat or something like that.
Then I felt hungry, and my belly growled But my pockets were empty, well all bar a tuppeny coin.
The car was on reserve of course, came a thought
While the children scrapped in the back and wailed.
“When are we stopping, we need to eat.” I stopped the car for a chill out on the groyne.
Then came a seagull high in the sky,
And you'd never guess what he brought….
A gallon of petrol, and a KFC? Wasn't what it was going to be,
But a spinning coin that span and span
Heads on foot, tails on chips.
Well, when the chips are down…. I picked up the coin, And walked up the road
And into the amusements,
With the children I towed.
I gambled and played, spent and prayed Before hitting the jackpot, and winning the lot.
Having taken our chances, at The Spinning Coin.
We went to The Seagull and had a great meal.
Cheryl Grindle 2000
After gambling with my intuition on what life was telling me to do, at that moment in time……… Or did I make it happen?
Eye see Everywhere I look I see eyes The wood says straight line I see curve And then I could see the distant cries A jewel upon a shore of wonder And then realise a love that only vies Dance, dance, and take a chance The pussycat says 'I love it' And I see that love simply cries Trees, species, loving the edges Loving possibilities And how I want to play with a kaleidoscope Sunflower cheese plant love me, Smile with me Muse at the secrets of what life hides Purple loving person drinking purple wine With inexplicable tides Melting candles fusing Wet feet in sand leaving prints behind Climb the light of revels Make carvings out of hedges Before I see my eyes before me Gleaming icicles of fire The owl says 'I knew it' And I see knowledge in the light of day as blind I dance, take another chance Fall and pick up the walking stick again Loving possibilities And how I love to play with a kaleidoscope Tulip ferns, vintage grass, flying jiffies And that endless road ahead
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