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Poems from Session VI

Here are the poems from the last poetry session at St Luke's for this project. We still have the walking poetry event coming up on Tuesday 2nd July if you would like to join us do get in touch.

LANZAROTE Adele Fowles The volcanic landscape of pinks and blacks and black gritty beaches and cacti and prickly pears and the big open sky. The crashing Atlantic ocean and waves smashing rocks and surging into caves, into everything, exhilarating, exciting and endlessly full. Garlicky squids and fishes and salty little potatoes and the taste of the freedom of space and the surfers on the waves in their time. and the feeling of rock underfoot and the longing and longing for only the belonging. SOUTH WEST MANCHESTER CRICKET CLUB Len I want to feel like I did aged 11, when I first set foot on the cricket square’s scorched earth. I want to touch the boundary with both feet when I catch the cherry. I want to hear all the appeals into the echoing evening.

I want to smell the juicy steak I smelled last summer through the kitchen window of 24 Ellesmere Road. I want to taste a summer salad prepared by Sally from Middleton in 1982. To touch the earth. To feel the summer wind. To taste the cider. To smell the trees’ bark. To hear the highest bird’s call. POEM Diane It’s daylight and I can hear the sound of the cow mooing and the cock crowing. I can smell the early morning dew and see the giraffes gyrating their way down the catwalk and the wildebeest with muscles to die for. I can taste the juicy oranges waiting to be picked and I can feel the awakening magic of the rising sun. CANADA Wayne Lots of places! Open spaces. Birds in the sky flying high. The taste of the sea upon my lips. The honking of Canada geese breaking up the sound of peace. The warmth of the sun on my face. Canada! I love this place. STOCKPORT Anonymous Let’s go to Mersey Square the to the Plaza – smell the car fumes, see the pubs, see the buses, see the rain, smelling the café. Feel the stone pavement. Coffee taste. Bit tense. GREECE Luisha Grant The scorching sun shining down upon the beach, upon the sun bed I lay – to my mocktail I reached. Fresh salads and fresh fish, it was worth trying every dish! Lively entertainment every night, smashing plates from left to right. Ice cold drinks, melting ice cream, for a lover of hot weather – this is a dream! In Greece at night the streets are alight! Clubs and shops at every turn, after dancing all night you will feel the burn! In the Hotel Plaza – I checked in, my holiday was about to begin! Days and days sunbathing, not a care in the world. Lots of drunken tourists – their all-inclusive meal now all over the street, their food they hurled! All in all my time in Greece was great, and to Manchester Airport I returned at night – late! THE GRANGE Brian Clewloe To see the flowers and to grow them and to hear music from the City ground, then put soil in the tubs and water the flowers and see people coming into the Grange. Then smelling the grass and hearing birds in the trees, happy doing it, and growing vegetables and hearing the wind in the sky and having a cup of tea for my break, then start growing stuff for soup and salads and hearing sirens. BIG LOVE Chi I love you and I love you back. About far, about near – big love. Feeling love in my heart Seeing love in my friendships Hearing love in music and in nature Tasting with love, eating with old friends Smelling love in the park, in the flowers and trees The power of love, good love, beautiful love – love anything indeed, love everything in need.

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