AYNHO WRITERS’ GROUP Meeting 10.00am – 12.30pm Saturday 11th August Aynho Writers’ meet in the Mary Cartwright room in the Village Hall. This month’s meeting was full of people’s circumstances when a world event took place. For August our topics are a story including a sexy teacher, a thriller set in Cornwall and a…
Saturday 8th June 10am – 12.30pm at the Village Hall Writers’ Group At our May meeting some interesting responses to “Who we would take on our 21st cent Noah’s Ark and The day the builders arrived”. At the next meeting, we hope to hear about an unfulfilled ambition or Do dreams come true? Contact: Keith…
Halloween, or not? “Are you Mr Town Crier, Sir?” asked an American woman’s voice on my phone. “I am the Town Crier for our village,” I said. “I saw you in the village square: it was so cool, such fun. Would you do that for us here at Croughton Elementary School? Our kids have never…
“Spring has come a little late,”The vicar said to meAs over sandwiches and cakeWe sipped our cups of tea “A little late……yes,” I repliedGlancing through the treesWhose buds were still so tightly closedBut waving in the breeze. “Spring is time to start anew,”The vicar said to me,As from the wooden garden seatHe bent upon his…
Summer solstice The longest day, the brightest song I’ve come here through the longest night Cold and frost have burnt me Many storms have dried my soul I have walked seven years My shoes of iron are nigh worn out I have swum seven rivers The currents pulling me down Seven flowers wreathe my brow …
I know it’s just a part of me – but it affects me as a whole! It’s trodden roughshod on emotions and in my inner soul… I’ve been forced into a lifestyle that’s so alien to me Where, day-by-day I’ve withered; almost losing ‘me’! I’ve not done any writing (total lack of inspiration!) A soul-destroying…
A POEM…… can be of almost ‘magical’ thoughts; can convey a message (love; hate; political.) Poems can be almost any length and any rhythm. The rhythm must match the subject matter (i.e. – you wouldn’t write a love poem in staccato rhythm! A poem is still a poem whether or not it rhymes! It…
It was THEY who answered Kitchener’s call To do the “honourable thing” And get blasted into glory “for your country and your King.” Leave behind your loved ones And all the birds that sing. Leave behind your loved ones With all the dreams you shared (and when you write a letter home Try not to…
If you’re going to London town and you’re travelling around, Take the Tube ‘cos it’s the quickest way I’ve found. You can go from A to B, or even Y to Z (American!) By the multi-coloured London Underground. The Northern Line is black but if you don’t mind the dark Of the longest tunnel on…
Enchanted isle resting amidst a sapphire sea. Beyond soft white sand harbour boats sway, Whilst on the shore Heed the cry of a corncrake concealed in the dunes. Stone and rock Fashioned by man Or by time Warmed by the sun have endured the ages. And the isle’s beating heart Reveals itself. No jewel encrusted…