Tag Archives: Marches
HAIKU AND THE RICHARD BOOTH PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION
Haiku: Between cloud and tree The threshold of the mountains – Old doors, old latches. ECvW 2015 While summer storm clouds take up residence above our home town of Hay-on-Wye, this afternoon sees the announcement of the 2015 winner of the … Continue reading
THE LANDMARK TRUST – 50 GOLDEN YEARS
This weekend is a golden 50 years for The Landmark Trust Why not take part in their celebrations by visiting one of their many iconic properties. Check out the following link to find the one near you. http://www.landmarktrust.org.uk/news-and-events/goldenweekend/ A few years … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – HARE IN-SIGHT – PANTOUM POEM
Hare In-sight – Pantoum And he thinks nobody will heed Slipping out passed the pig-net curve Hemming the field, folding his form – In the furrow, flat as a seed Slipping out passed the pig-net curve I watch – whisker’s … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – Poems by Anne Riviere and Emma van Woerkom
SEPTEMBER VOICES by Ann Riviere ©2015 “I hate the Autumn.” “Oh, don’t say that.” “I do say that.” “The senses are so sharpened. the sights, the smells, the sounds.” “Where I live, the senses are blunted by the dread of … Continue reading
St. Valentine’s Muse – A Poem by ECvW
A couple of years ago I put a huge red heart in Castle Street, Hay-on-Wye. Attached to the heart was a bucket filled with chocolates and on it’s front, the poem typed below. It went down really really well – … Continue reading
SHORT STORY COMPETITION PRIZE WINNERS ANNOUNCED AT WRITERS’ LUNCH by Juliet Foster
Our Christmas lunch celebration had a new venue this year, and according to the feedback it has been our most successful. The Granary hosted our lunch, the room had been beautifully decorated, and it looked so welcoming and festive. The … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – The School Nativity by Jo Jones
The School Nativity Miss James, form two, was casting the Nativity play. It was early November yet she was already using the threat of “Father Christmas only brings toys for children who behave themselves” as a ploy to keep her … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – RASPBERRY PICKING – A SHORT STORY
RASPBERRY PICKING by Emma van Woerkom Between the ages of 10 and 14; too young to get a summer holiday job in the kitchens of the local pubs, but old enough for that need of being away from home … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – GETTING LOST -A short story by Trudie Wingfield
Getting Lost by Trudie Wingfield Spatial awareness is definitely not my strong point. As you can imagine, this can make driving to new places a bit of a nightmare and so I rely heavily on my SATNAV. Mind you, even with the SATNAV, I can get hopelessly lost. For instance, I was travelling back from London to Abergavenny on the M4 recently, and somehow mistook the signs saying “South West” for “South Wales”, almost ending up in Weston Super Mare. I added over an hour on to my journey and although my husband laughed when I got home, I didn’t! Another time, I was driving from my home in Surrey to Cambridge. It was early on a Saturday morning and I seemed to be doing well until I reached North London when my SATNAV asked me to turn left. I immediately obeyed, but soon realised something was afoot, as there seemed to be an awful lot of men walking around in very tall black hats, with curly bangs and black suits. Ofcourse I realised later that I’d turned left too soon and had subsequently ended up in Golders Green, a heavily populated Jewish area of London on the Sabbath. Since I was back on track within fifteen minutes, I was able to laugh that time – eventually! But I suppose my favourite “getting lost” experience, was around 7 years ago, when I’d just got a new puppy called Ferdie. He was eight weeks old and I had to take him to the Vets’ to have his vaccinations. Until he had these, he wasn’t allowed to go outside in case of infection, so I had to put him in his cage. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever tried carrying one of these, but they’re actually rather heavy once your pet’s inside, (even though Ferdie probably weighed less than a bag of potatoes at the time). More importantly, they’re cumbersome and difficult to walk with, as the cage keeps bumping into your leg with every wobbly step. That’s why I ordered a cab (I was still learning to drive at the time). On route, I kept speaking in soothing tones to my now whining puppy, the point being, I wasn’t watching … Continue reading