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Doorway Writing Group Blog

This small, yes,
but perfectly formed group
continues to work,
sometimes in private
sometimes in public
at its poetry, its prose, its lyrics;
its sometimes lyrical poetry,
or lyrical prose, prose-poetry
and/or no-go prose.
Scatter-gun and
disco-ball
Shatter-sun and
Sally Army Hall.
We congregate
we talk
we write
we’re silent
we investigate
(in a gentle way)
what lies deeper
what’s high above
what thud thuds by
what brittles our skin
—in or out of—
laughing aloud’s
allowed always,
nothing, too-
nothing
captured in the moment before
creation breaks through.
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Recent work
Easter
Where does he live?
In your heart
and in your soul
The heart is his kindness
The soul his strength
Easter comes and goes
but will always return
The egg of life
new born life for ever
He died for you and me
God Praise His Son.
D
G. Orwell
Used to be in the police
in Burma.
Witnessed a summary
execution and quit
his job in disgust.
Wrote
‘Down and Out in
London and Paris’
chronicling his
experiences of being
down and out.
Wrote
‘The Road to Wigan Pier’
which concerned the
dreadful poverty
of the Northern poor.
Most famous, however,
‘Animal Farm’- satirises
the hopeless hypocrisy
of the Communist system.
He suffered long
with tuberculosis
and died thereof
in 1984.
No, sorry
in 1946.
C
The Magic Little Shoebox
And in this are all sorts of bits and pieces,
where I found certain pieces
that are interesting to me.
A little plastic duck reminds me
of new born life;
a child playing in the bath –
reminder of the child in me.
A golden ribbon that reminds me
of a girl and all girls
because it is pretty.
A starfish, a stone
a shell and a cone
reflecting the greatness
and strength of our Lord –
the creator of creation.
A small spoon with a marble stone
at the end of it –
it’s very old and authentic.
Certain people will collect
this kind of thing,
though it’s not worth a lot.
A very attractive fan –
I use to collect them
because when you open them…
This pretty particular one
reminds me of Vanessa.
And postcards –
a painting by Kurt Jackson
of the ocean,
the waves crashing against the shore.
And one by Alfred Wallis –
leaning houses next to a shore
with a background of boats.
But this is the most beautiful –
The Virgin and child
with St Catherine
and a shepherd.
And here’s a small hand-made Christmas card-
someone has put a lot of
time, thought and love into this.
D
empty mouth
not sure what to say
not sure what I want to say-
is that it?
always at a loss for words
(remember the poet
bedevilled by them-
words)
words for all occasions
but not for my empty mouth
the speechlessness
of not being sure
what to say or
what I want to say
always at a loss
bedevilled by words
bedevilled by love.
PP
An In and Out of Love Song
We were special people
feeling perfect love,
protected by each other
like a hand inside a glove.
Believing came so easy
when our love was flowing free,
now there’s a wall of darkness
where sunshine used to be.
Loneliness surrounds me
I hear it call my name.
Please don’t play those sad songs
they’ll make me cry again.
V
A Doorway Limerick
Doorway is my favourite drop-in
at twelve-thirty I usually pop in.
I talk to the staff
hang around for a laugh
and I don’t have to do any shopping!
J
How to Haiku
one line of five beats
followed by one of seven
then another five
April cold and wet
making us wonder whether
May may be better.