Oh dear, my poor neglected blog! Never mind, I now have a new purpose for you. You, dear blog will be the repository of my scribblings from Write Club; the monthly space for 2 hours of creative writing led by lovely people and attended by lovely people, but I mustn’t talk about them because the first rule of Write Club is: what happens in Write Club stays in Write Club. Still, I can put my own efforts here, so I am going to.
Last evening’s theme was taking inspiration from poetry and I came up with this:
The gull screams into the lowering sky;
Open wingspan stretches out into the cold, brisk air.
It swoops, suddenly; hovers briefly above the water then soars once more to the heavens.
I watch with quiet envy, this bold pilot – so graceful, so powerful; at home in its element and
I wish I could fly.
I would scream too. I would tell all who could hear of the wonders of this gravity-defying world.
High above, the heaving waves are reduced to mere ripples; the tallest of mountains to pebbles.
I would climb and climb toward the stars; to greet the rings of saturn and circle the moons.
Then they too, would shrink and I would discover, I would discover, what?
Whole new worlds.
Songs as yet unsung.
Stories never yet told.
Worlds that, until now I never knew existed.
Then I would return, like the seagull to the sea,
to tell my tale.
There. That’s it then. I would give you all the reasoning and apologies but Write Club has another rule – the blah, blah, blah rule which gets rid of all that. Great rule.