Poetry Session I

May 7, 2019

All poems created in our Creative Writing Session 30/5/19 with Nige Wood (

St Luke's, Tuesdays 4-5pm)


Group poem by the whole class

cars & dogs
& traffic & breeze
clocks & bells
& music & sirens

shouting & touching
& grass & smoke
& blossoms & fumes
& birds & takeaway food


Out of the shower
I try to reach the West Didsbury morning,
the sun looks cool
but almost burns me in the chaotic high street.

Pam encourages me to look,
really look at each flower, every
bird that lands and trees
that line each avenue.

But as much as I gaze at
flowers, birds and trees, I’m
distracted by the bacon that
sizzles out of number twenty six.

Brian Clewloe

I walked to the bus stop
and there were police and ambulance sirens
going past and cars’ fumes

and the sun was out
and I went to Back On Track
to play guitar and

had a break to have dinner
and I came to St Luke’s
to do art and pottery


grass and workmen
trees and birds    

large clock and sirens
neighbours and cigarette smoke

cats and dogs barking
horses and kids playing

cars and exhaust fumes
traffic and blossoms

Bernadette O’Hanrahan

bin men and cats meowing
and rubbing against me
porridge and banana
stroking friend’s cat and rubbing my aching hand

flowers and trees
music and banging
running my fingers through my hair and grooming it
the scent of my perfume and suncream on my face

neighbours and cars
neighbours saying hello and parking
my boots and trainers I’m changing
soap powder and conditioner – Lenor

Carl Peploe

I wish I were a jelly on a plate
then I wouldn’t have to live on Halliwell Road.
Kenneth Halliwell was the boyfriend of Joe Orton,
who got his face smashed in with a hammer.

Halliwell Road is shit.
It’s like being on a mountain.
It just gets me down.
I’d rather go to Rome and see a fountain.

I wish I’d have stayed in Orford,
even though its full of yobs
who shout at you so
with their great big gobs.

At least I was noticed there.
I’ll bet they’ve not forgot me
even though I’m far away
over the stormy Manchester sea.

Group poem by the whole class

sun on cars
kids playing amongst flowers
wind over blossoms
cars and buses
dogs weeing against trees

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