Dark Angels Note 160
Dearest Friends
Welcome back to our Friday Note – our weekly collection of writerly thoughts.
Observing
Yesterday was National Poetry Day. This annual event held on the first Thursday of October encourages the celebration, creation and sharing of poetry, and aims to bring people and communities together through a shared love of language.
The theme this year is Refuge. On the the campaign website, they share a selection of poems on the theme, and invite everyone to celebrate by reading, writing or sharing a poem #NationalPoetryDay
Reading
To honour National Poetry Day we are sharing a few of our own favourites on the theme of refuge.
The Table by Edip Cansever (chosen by John)
The Distance Between Us (chosen by Gillian)
The distance between us
is holy ground
to be traversed
feet bare
hands raised
in joyous dance,
so that once it is crossed
the tracks of our pilgrimage
shine in the darkness
and light our coming together
in a bright and steady light.
Rafael Jesus Gonzalez
This is the time to be slow (chosen by Jamie)
This is the time to be slow
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
John O’Donohue
Malheur Before Dawn (chosen by Neil)
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn’t hear it – I breathed it into my ears.
Little ones at first, the stars retired, leaving
polished little circles on the sky for awhile.
Then the sun began to shout from below the horizon.
Throngs of birds campaigned, their music a tent of sound.
From across a pond, out of the mist,
one drake made a V and said its name.
Some vast animal of air began to rouse
from the reeds and lean outward.
Frogs discovered their national anthem again.I didn’t know a ditch could hold so much joy.
So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid.
Some day like this might save the world.
William Stafford
Writing
Where is your refuge? Can you capture that in a haiku?We’d love to see what you come up with if you’d like to share.
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