LIVEWIRES 2016 - DAY THIRTY

Posted on 30th October, 2016

 

We had a great gathering yesterday with about twenty writers and friends at The Livewires Live

reading at WWT Caerlaverock - we read and talked and ate cake, those who knew each other 

renewing acquaitance, those who didn't making new comments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

White-tailed Eagle - Tom Langlands

 

 

Some thoughts on breathing

 

the single most important thing we do

 

Strange..........

how little heed we pay

to that single fragile breath 

separating life from death

 

So simple.........

breathing in and breathing out, 

reflecting roundness,

tidal receiving and releasing in a fluid body

 

A newborn,

signifying separation,

with shrill and cat like mewling

 

In sleep,

the rhythmic ebb and flow

is deep and slow and quiet and regular

 

Asthmatic,

blue-faced, exhausted

fighting, for every wheezing breath

 

Triumphant roar,

as fifty thousand voices punch the air

 

Sublime,

the voice that effortlessly lifts a perfect note

 

Scarlet,

the hurricane of spewing rage

 

In meditation,

breath as fine as silk

can still the tumbling waterfall of mind

 

And last, 

the endless, sucking rattle eases,

becomes a bird-like flutter,

then softly slips away

 

Strange..........

how little heed we pay

to that single fragile breath 

separating life from death

 

Lesley McCulloch

 

 

Dancing prompt

 

Waltz Time

 

they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz

the one two three Alzheimer Waltz

the tune is an oldie

beyond all recall

but they pivot and twirl

on a sixpence of dreams

his suit double breasted

her stockings with seams

all sense disconnected

unplugged from the wall

they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz

 

waltz of forgetfulness

danced in a wilderness

caught between

somewhere and been there before

they know all the steps

but can’t think what they’re for

in the

one two three

Alzheimer Waltz

 

they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz

the one two three Alzheimer Waltz

on snub slippered feet

that forget they remember

the dance tunes of spring-time

in dying December

they shimmy and swirl

light fantastic unerring

a dashing young soldier

a slip of a girl

in the

one two three

Alzheimer Waltz

 

waltz of forgetfulness

danced in a wilderness

caught between

somewhere and been there before

they know all the steps

but can’t think what they’re for

in the one two three Alzheimer Waltz

they’re doing The Alzheimer Waltz.

the one two three Alzheimer Waltz

and the lights on the tree

are as bright as the light

in the eyes of the dancers

who take to the floor

in the one two three

one two three

one two three

one two three

one two three Alzheimer Waltz

 

Chrys Salt

 

 

 

 

 

Avocado with Walnut - Hazel Lowther

 

 

Buchan Hoose

 

A’m no feart!

a’m no feart tae go right up tae

the auld Buchan hoose

whar the Ramesites are

whar they half dugs, half foxes

come runnin oot at ye

wae ther’ black bushy tails

an’ ther’ weebeady black eyes

barkin’ ther’ heeds aff in a pack.

 

They lived in an auld van

In the back gerden.

We aw thought they wer’ demon dugs.

 

A’m no feart!

a’m no feart tae go right up tae

the auld Buchan Hoose

wher’ the auld mad English couple

who owned it,

swam nekked in the loch

or so it was telt.

 

Roland Glover

 

 

 

 

 

Greater Stitchwort - Leonie Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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