Cafe Poetry – The Open Arts Cafe. This month we write poems about ‘journeys’. Lots of fun and good company. Wonderful value – as absolutely free. Our hosts are Aimee and Marcus who run the Open Art Cafe. Workshops are the first Wednesday in the month at 10.30 to 12.30
Places can be petty impressive, although I never really had the money for really posh holidays! It has never bothered me, maybe because I am fascinated by detail – like a dandelion head, an interesting stone on the beach or this reconstruction of a charcoal burners tent which inspired my sonnet.
A forest near Toulouse
The mist of mountains brings in tears of rain
Where charcoal burners sought to set up home.
The forest floor is thick with fern again
Their labours lost, their bodies buried bone.
Strong men cut trees to feed the furnance mound
The smaller boughs formed shelters where they slept.
As darkness fell their families gathered round
So far from homes in Florence, women wept.
Young men reap death on fields they did not sow
In Ypes, Verdun the slaughtered sons of France
The migrants had no choice of where to go,
But played their part where love then stood no chance.
In silent tribute to the dead we stand
Where ghosts are working still this unclaimed land.
Note – Discovering a site on holiday in 2010 – where charcoal burners from Italy had lived with their wives and children in make shift tents during the Great War.
One of the women described her life as a ‘sea of tears’.
Written at Lumb Bank – Arvon
I run my workshops the first Wednesday in the month 10.30 to 12.30 for aspiring and apprentice poets only, established poets have their own networks.