I have signed up for another writing workshop by @bethkempton called Winter Writing Sanctuary.

It starts on the 28th and it’s free.

Today we received some warm up exercises and here’s the poem that emerged from it.


She puts on her gloves
and her purple bonnet
She stomps her boots
and start humming a sonnet

The air is cold
her feet start moving fast
into the forest
where things calm down at last

The birds say ‘welcome’
and the forest greets her with a smell
She comes alive
in this place her body knows so well

Images and shapes
her eyes take it all in
So that when she gets home
on a canvas she can give it her spin

She translates into color
what she has seen on her walk
This to her is so much easier
than having to talk