We are all a bit stir-crazy and uncertain of ourselves as the pandemic times and their restrictions continue. Every Friday I am rescued and restored for another week by Grassmarket Community Creative Writing Group. You know who you are. Thank you. We have of now been meeting on Zoom for nearly a year.
So we “come in” from different locations, and this morning the check-in conversation got into “have you snow where you are, or just the rain”, etc. The riff off each other was magic, I tried to remember what poem starts with “When icicles hang by the wall“* and L started a limerick, then we all finished it, who said what, unknown.
When icicles hang by the wall
They have a long long way to fall
and watch your teeth
And hope you swallow it all.
In the middle of so much fun and enjoyment, as well as searching for a prompt to write, we came up with Ice, and Crystal, and the phrase “in awe of winter”.
I wish I had a copy of everyone’s efforts, or a decent memory of their words. I remember A finished with honour the time of rest, and K began with Nature wins 5-4. D’s winter angel and demon are the kind to haunt dreams. Whatever I forget of the words, I will not forget the warmth and feeling of a collective that works. Like a good jazz combo, or the Band that brilliant K wrote for us last week, we are each other’s harmony. My own honouring of winter is here.
the photo is from Edinburgh winter 2018.
*The original poem is Shakespeare of course – from Love’s Labour Lost, Winter Song
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Sounds like that was a great session.