We have been so impressed by the quality of ideas and imagination that the participants have shown and each poem despite sharing a theme is completely different.
Braehead -Water
Watering cans are puddles with walls
Tip them up and see white waves,
Crashing, bubbling, full of life,
Refreshing the garden, bringing it to life.
Water pipes are trapped rivers
Rippling their way to freedom
Through gurgling taps Into the kettle,
Tip them up and see white waves,
Crashing, bubbling, full of life,
Refreshing the garden, bringing it to life.
Water pipes are trapped rivers
Rippling their way to freedom
Through gurgling taps Into the kettle,
Streaming into coffee cups
The rains come. Some think its bad,
We like it that way. It cleanses, nourishing
Bringing Rain Forests and vegetable plots alive,
Brought to life to feed us and brighten our days
The rains come. Some think its bad,
We like it that way. It cleanses, nourishing
Bringing Rain Forests and vegetable plots alive,
Brought to life to feed us and brighten our days
Quarryhill - Water
We stand at our sinks,
Running constant hot water.
Showers, gushing into life
Cleaning, refreshing,
Streaming rivulets of soap
Gurgling into drains
Leading to secret pools
Fed by bubbling waterfalls
Catfish, shark and seahorse
Swim through evaporating rip tides
In our hot, steaming baths.
Dolphins and sting ray
Lead us to safety
With a glass of ice cubed water
Filled by elephants trunks,
Natures soda stream.
The kitchen comes alive
As warming waters lap at our feet,
Surfboards and jet skis whiz past the fridge
Our Caribbean kitchen.
Reality pours in, dreaming ends
Sinkfuls of dishes lie waiting,
Covered in sand and seaweed.
Running constant hot water.
Showers, gushing into life
Cleaning, refreshing,
Streaming rivulets of soap
Gurgling into drains
Leading to secret pools
Fed by bubbling waterfalls
Catfish, shark and seahorse
Swim through evaporating rip tides
In our hot, steaming baths.
Dolphins and sting ray
Lead us to safety
With a glass of ice cubed water
Filled by elephants trunks,
Natures soda stream.
The kitchen comes alive
As warming waters lap at our feet,
Surfboards and jet skis whiz past the fridge
Our Caribbean kitchen.
Reality pours in, dreaming ends
Sinkfuls of dishes lie waiting,
Covered in sand and seaweed.
To participate in this project, or to find out more about it, contact our Writer in Residence, Andy Bisset by email on shopmobevents@gmail.com
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