30 November -0001
The Summer Chorus
A Community Poem
Sunrise birds singing in the trees,
the sky overcast, a silver lining
of summer rain falling on flowers.
A rose as delicate as lace, a summer
carpet of bluebells, cloud moving
away and the smell of damp ground.
Walking barefoot, I feel a slug
soft and wet between my toes.
A fresh sun glistens the poppies
like a ruby, and I am free -
bare feet, grass darts and daisies.
Aeroplanes leave lines in the sky,
hearts open and turn to the sun.
Lying in the fresh cut grass, a large
gin & tonic, and watching the bees
collecting bright, yellow pollen.
The scent of wildflower, beautiful
butterflies flutter above my head.
I reach for them, a summer breeze
gently blowing through the trees
carrying the smell of BBQ and blossom,
sandy sandwiches, ice cream dropped
on sandy towels, tongue licked fingers,
wiped faces; socks and shoes can wait
while the rest of the world walks by.
This week everyone who attended the Wellbeing cafe at The Henry Brown joined in with a writing exercise, and contributed to the above poem. The prompt was ‘Summer - flowers opening’ and the task was to write up to five sentences, one for each of the senses. All told, there were twenty or so people who joined in. Later that morning I collected everyone’s words and put them together in the poem you’ve just read.