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About Mungrisdale Writers The Mungrisdale Writers are a group of creative writers who meet fortnightly at the Village Hall and Recreation Rooms, Mungrisdale. Our members come from a variety of backgrounds and as a group we are interested in a broad range of topics. Some of us have written for publication but others are novices. We find the group both stimulating and entertaining and the Village Hall a wonderful place to work. Our writing is inspired by the ever changing seasons, the beauty of nature in our Cumbrian setting and the life and people around us. Angela Locke, our tutor, guides us on our creative and meditative journeys. Her encouragement helps us develop confidence to move forwards with our work.

(If you interested in developing your own creativity then come and join us. All that is needed is a pen and paper and a desire through sharing and friendship to become involved in a journey of self discovery.)


The summit of High Pike, photographed by Ronnie Auld
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Ebbing and Flowing
Dorothy Crowther

 

Ebbing and flowing of the tide

Reflecting life and light

Everything coming and going

Twisting and turning

Nothing ever stays the same.

 

Old bones and driftwood

On the shore.

Scrap metal swept in by the sea.

Sea creatures, weed and shells

All decaying and

Moving into elemental form.

 

But here lie pieces of plastic,

Old bottles, toys, tin cans.

Man made and lasting for ever.

Littering and destroying the beauty.

 

Man has made so many things.

He is clever beyond belief.

But his ingenuity will be gone for ever

If he does not remember

The ebbing and flowing of the tide.

 

Iona 2005

The Fine Art of Skimming Stones
Geoffrey Smith



My best was
A twelver, twelve
Flat leaps of stones, skimming
Across mill pond water
Like twelve mill stones
Spinning on hot afternoons
Spent, searching for the
Ideal, flat, smooth, rounded
Pebbly stone, comfortable
Between thumb and forefinger
To throw, pulling back with five
Deft fingers, to fly, and spin
Across the water, fascinating children
With my childish skill

 

 

From:  The Church of The Sunday Jazz

see News page for more details

May 2008

 

 
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