CC and I attended the next session of Wyld Words run by Lizzie Elliot of Sea Wyld. Instead of octopuses, it was ants.
Lizzie ran through some fascinating ant facts and then we set off to write.
Here is CC's poem...
We're not surprised
by your sad lack
of imagination
at what it means --
that we're much older
than you (we've left
fossiled proof in amber)
and yes, much wiser too.
And mine....
The Anthropocene has injured me.
Battled and befuddled by
this all to human framing
of what matters
and what does not
I retreat.
Sit on soil and under trees.
The leaf-song soothes me -
and I can be still.
A hill of not so human breathing -
ripe to be colonised.
The ants come.
Turn pale skin black.
Lick my wounds with enzyme salve.
Disinfect me, culturally.
Me melts into superorganism we.
And then we had to offer little snippets for a group poem.
CC wrote...
The sky is high
with stars, moon and clouds
but the world is low
(and just as vast)
where we spend our lives.
And I came up with a haiku!
My sisters, my queen -
I'll bear the weight of thousands.
Let me bridge the gap.
I will miss the next two sessions as I will be in Qatar, but I think CC will go!
It was a very enjoyable workshop. I'm glad you posted our poems here :-)