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Listen to Ann’s poem Moving on now – simply press the arrow on this latest post –
https://annperrinpoetry.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/015-movingon-nh.mp3
This poem was written on the last day of a course at Arvon. Arvon run creative writing courses for all kinds of writing. The tutors are usually well known in their field as well as experienced facilitators for writing groups.
Moving on
Luggage abandoned in the hall
and trains won’t wait for late departure.
But here we sit
lost in the dance of life.
Mirrored in this tiny drama
and willing it never to end.
The heat of the fire
lulls us into companionable silence.
The flames leap and flare
reminding us of past passion.
Logs shift and fall
but we are motionless.
Showers of feathery dust
and final embers fall away.
We rise reluctantly to go
and face our fond farewells.
As if in a dream
fading into uncertain futures.
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By Ann PerrinListen to Ann’s poem Moving on now – simply press the arrow on this latest post –
https://annperrinpoetry.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/015-movingon-nh.mp3
This poem was written on the last day of a course at Arvon. Arvon run creative writing courses for all kinds of writing. The tutors are usually well known in their field as well as experienced facilitators for writing groups.
Moving on
Luggage abandoned in the hall
and trains won’t wait for late departure.
But here we sit
lost in the dance of life.
Mirrored in this tiny drama
and willing it never to end.
The heat of the fire
lulls us into companionable silence.
The flames leap and flare
reminding us of past passion.
Logs shift and fall
but we are motionless.
Showers of feathery dust
and final embers fall away.
We rise reluctantly to go
and face our fond farewells.
As if in a dream
fading into uncertain futures.