Wednesdays' Writers Group.

This was the last class of the of the term, lots of our group wanted to read out their work. We have a retired miner who writes lengthy but beautiful poems. There are several sweet looking older ladies who write so well, about their life experiences.



The lady who really intrigues me, is very slight, with dark brown hair and eyes, always has a little smile on her face, in front of her on the table is a little thermos flask, with tea in, and beside it a cup that says "f--k" you, sometimes she brings a beaker that also says "f--k you". Her work is always dark and menacing. It makes me wonder what goes on in her innocent looking head.



Another of the group is an Irish man, who likes to write love poems. This week we were unsure about his reading, at first it seemed it was a love affair with a car, but turned out to be an affair between two work colleagues who were trying to keep it secret!



The lady who sat next to me, read her poem about Grandmas' Garden, I assumed she was the Grandma, but it ended that she was the grandchild. It was very evocative, you could really imagine the garden.



One man who wrote a very clever five line poem, about a lady travelling home by train after Christmas shopping, looking forward to a cup of tea. He took ten minutes "setting the scene"



We have an "aging hippy" with the long hair, in pigtails, lots of beads and wearing long skirts, Jesus sandals just peeping out underneath, she read a poem that she had written in her teens about meeting a "Yeti" family of four. Which reminded me, at that time there was always talk of Yeti and Abominable Snowman, but they do not get mentioned now. Are they still there? Or were they figments of imagination?



The best poem was read last, a poem written by a Polish man in English, he came to England during the war, and stayed on to be a miner. The theme of his poem was the Explosion of the Big Bang Theory v. Christ and Christmas, but also encompassed wishing the group Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, thanks to the Teacher and aked the question "was she happy with the Groups' progress"? It was oh so clever, his use of language is fantastic - many big words!



Me, what about me? I sat quiet and did not read my work! There are so many eliquant and clever people round me, I felt a little intimdated.



After all this, we shared food, we had all brought something, that was our end of term party.
Yes, teacher was pleased with us, and we have funding for the next years' term.