Write, Sing or Swim – Day 16
I gazed at the cliff face on the other side of Loutro Bay. There was a man about to sketch the scene, and we were chatting, sharing stories. I tried …
Musings includes poetry, song lyrics and other thoughts about this world, this life…
I gazed at the cliff face on the other side of Loutro Bay. There was a man about to sketch the scene, and we were chatting, sharing stories. I tried …
Up for breakfast. The usual, now my usual. Same in Crete as in Rhodes. Some yogurt with nuts, honey and fruit. Some fetta, tomato and cucumber with a hard boiled …
I hadn’t slept well. Excitement, transition, the next leg. I woke and walked for coffee and did my first pen-meets-page for the day. Out pops a poem about living in …
Breakfast, pack, coffee and travel. I am a little dazed with the thought that this is our last day together, and most of it will be travel. Yes. It’s time …
I rewrite the poems and choose an order. Of the poems I have written this week, I will perform five. I may change the titles, but the poems are almost …
Waking clear I take the early morning sun to drink tea and dive into the pages. There is enough. There is more than I thought and enough to build a …
Today the clouds came to Monólithos and without the blue everything took on a shade of wheat. Even the whitewash stone shone a soft buttermilk. Today the writing, writing, writing …
Second day of the poetry retreat, and it is time to get into some of the ancient oral poetry forms. Grab your iambic metre, stick to four-four and launch into …
I dared not hope too hard for what a Poetry Retreat would mean, for me, who can only shyly call myself a writer and certainly not (yet?) a poet. I …
Sunday morning, and there they are! The bells! ringing out along the coast. I’m reminded of Greek Easter back in Newtown. The magical whispering of the candlelit procession as it …