A trio for you to try this week, inspired, I think, by our participation in the North Notts Literary Festival last weekend!
Feast – Festive – Festival
Why don’t you try a different genre this week? If your comfort zone is fiction write a poem instead, or if your a prolific poet, have a go at a short story, or piece of flash fiction. It’s always good to stretch your writing muscles, so go on, push yourself and let’s see what you come up with. Have fun!
This weekend the North Notts Lit Fest was in full swing in Retford and the Retford Writers Group reading was just one of many exciting events taking place in different venues around the town. Since our slot was fairly early on Saturday morning we weren’t expecting too much of an audience, so were pleased to see the newly created cafe filling with people as 10:00 a.m. approached.
Eleven members each read a piece of their work, and for this session we all chose something a little lighthearted, which we felt was more appropriate for a sunny Saturday morning!
Although there was a fairly modest number in the audience, they all seemed very appreciative, and we were delighted to hear afterwards how much they had enjoyed the session. Our thanks go to the organisers of NNLF for giving us the opportunity to share our work with local residents, and we very much hope that the rest of the weekend was as successful as our session!
I have this itch I need to scratch
But don’t know if I should?
For if I pull the scab off
We might all be bathed in blood!
Yet if I don’t I’ll be annoyed
Until my dying day
It aggravates and irritates
And will not go away.
But sometimes such dilemmas
Are best just left alone
For when we start to pick at them
We dig down to the bone.
Then soon we find that ‘niggle’
Is a chasm deep and wide
A fundamental problem
With division on each side!
So what now can we do to heal,
What remedy, what ease?
Is there salve enough to soothe
Or balm that will appease?
Have we scratched until this wound
Became a cancerous sore?
Rotten now, decaying
And infected to our core?
Isn’t it funny how a scratch can be both hurtful and soothing? If like me, you’ve been dead heading the roses all summer, your arms may well be covered in scratches, and they sting like anything. But I’ve also been bitten half to death by the proliferation of insects that seem to think I taste like the best thing since sliced bread this year, and of course, all I want to do, night and day, is to give ’em a good old scratch.
So already there’s a couple of options to write about. But then there’s animal scratches, scratchy pens, scratched initials in a tree trunk, ‘scratch that’, ‘you scratch my back…’ oh so many ideas… and I’m sure you could think of lots more. So where do I start??
As always, use the prompt in any old way you choose – Poetry; prose; fiction; non-fiction… it’s up to you. Be inventive, be cheeky, be funny, be scary, be serious! We’d love to hear your work, so do share it here.
I bought an old antique table which was rough on the top
I needed to do something to it to make it look less tough
I went and got my large wood plane
I had tried sandpaper but this was too fine.
Starting at one end and working across the centre
I began to plane the surface
I had never been in a real crowd before,
Until we went to see the Changing of the Guard.
Buckingham Palace is surrounded by railings Continue reading
(Based on ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’ by William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely in a crowd
That drifted by like whirls of smoke
When all at once within its shroud
A voice I heard and thus it spoke…
“Beside yourself and ill at ease,
clutching straws on human seas?” Continue reading