Sunday, 20 July 2014

More literary treats from the world of...

Rainy Day Millennium Way....
[Scorton to Gubberford Bridge]

green drizzle
trains rattle
birds’ eggs in a box
three ring bells
dark mud
sand holes
banks fell
constant rain
feet wet

martins wheel
lightning tree
cows paddle
ducks waddle
otter hides
inconstant bride
dripping leaves
fool’s gold
feet cold

grey clouds
cars loud
seat carved
grass scoured
walkers ramble
legs bramble
thoughts scramble
bridge reached
feet retreat

Steve Rowland


 My Country Escape

It’s not a day for walking - not today; not for me. I have gathered with others at the Barn at Scorton for the express purpose of walking and then writing what the walk has inspired. The rain cascades remorselessly down from a sullen grey sky, unremitting gloom. But from the Barn and within the Barn I can find sufficient inspiration without the inconvenience of being soaked to the skin. I make my excuses and the hardy, hearty foot soldiers troop off in search of beauty and poetry.

The incongruous rattle of train, speeding folk to Cumbria and beyond, and the vicious hiss of M6 traffic cut through the pastoral peace. Only the church bells chime with the bucolic peace. Outside the window flowers dance unwillingly to the tune of the wind and rain – blowsy dog-roses, defiant red-hot pokers, wild roses with their browbeaten petals askance add welcome flashes of colour to the slate vista and the ephemeral irises gracefully bow their heads, as if in acknowledgment that their short-lived glory is at an end.
Inside the café ladies who lunch share muted confidences to the polite clink of cups and cutlery. Walkers and cyclists, with the glowing patina of their seasoned, outdoor faces, take a welcome break, the weight off their legs and tuck into the hearty fare that will replenish their strength for the onward journey.
This is not my first visit to the Barn. For me it represents a much-loved symbol of family life, as well as a complete contrast to blowsy, brash, brazen Blackpool where I live. My young daughter and I came here each year as part of our Christmas ritual, to enjoy the gift shop dressed ready and resplendent for the festive celebrations. Then it became a favourite destination for my young granddaughters, my son’s children, little ladies who lunch in the making. Now my daughter has a little son and life turns a circle, as he too joins the family ritual. And so the years roll by and our trips to my country escape continue, creating what I hope will be among my grandchildren’s precious childhood memories.
Sheilagh Dyson

On the hailed ferry from
Wardley's Creek to jetty 
at Cockle Hall I scull back
days to nosing through
ducklings on The Cam punting
past King's College Chapel on
The Backs with puntsman
Eliot reminding us: When
we can see the backs of leaves
rain is waiting in the wings.
C J Heyworth

The Old Bank Stands
Two floors vacant, used no more,
now empty useless space;
the old bank opens just one door
to show its public face. 
Three floors used to run finance
at centre for the street,
but now two floors have done their dance,
their useful life complete...
Dusty ledgers are no more,
clerks no more they write,
pen and ink were shown the door
by keys and screens that light.

Just one floor to serve its role,
its daily commerce ships
with few staff left to service need
all done by phone or chips.
One person does the job of ten,
computers now abound;
they do the work of girls and men
in banks of old renown.
Christopher Walton


  1. Thanks so much, Adele, for arranging the Workshops I was able to attend with the inspired and inspiring Sarah Hymas at Stanah Wyre Estuary Country Park (out of which my TRAVEL poem above originated), and the equally enjoyable session at Cleveleys Library led by Lara Clayton in such good company.
    Hope you feel that the effort that you put into the scheme has been worthwhile and appreciated.

  2. We love your poem Chris and yes - Walking on Wyre has been a great journey and a Spring to savour this year. Getting out and sharing lovely days with people who love to write - just a dream come true and the work that has been submitted - truly wonderful to read. We look forward to sharing with more people at the live performance and launch on 20th August 2014. I am eager for Sarah Hymas to hear the selections read by the writers themselves.


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