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Writing Workshops Online

I have now held a couple of online writing workshops via Zoom. They have worked very well so from now until lockdown is over I intend to hold a Zoom workshop at what is our usual meeting for workshop time. That is, for those of you who don’t know or can’t remember, first Thursday of the month, 2-4

This means that the next workshop will be Thursday 5th November 2-4 via Zoom. To log on you need the ID and password so please contact me for those nearer the day (I haven’t booked the meeting yet)

contact me for details on barneydog70@hotmail.com

stay safe

Chairman Ray

Night on Our Street by Eileen Earnshaw




Night falls.

Silence sings her lonely song

heavy with nostalgia.

aimlessly she wanders,

lingers by the cars and vans,

drifts into the garden

passed shirts and tops and socks with holes

dreaming on the washing line

motionless, forgotten.


This is the world of nocturnes,

of hedgehogs and the urban fox,

of spiders weaving silver webs,

of winged death and scurrying life

whispering its stories.

Soon silence  will retreat

fold the night into herself

sound and light once again

regains its place of dominance.


Eileen Earnshaw Autumn 2020.

Autumn Poem by Adina

From our first experimental 40 minute workshop Adina produced this lovely piece before her computer broke down.

I remember the days we spent so fondly

And all those leaves which kept falling and falling

Though autumn gave them quiet beauty

A solidity through time beyond their brown colours.

So dead in hand yet lively in heart…

Their colours fading green to brown

And after too little time the leaves had piled

That rain dig and dig and the wind sings

Till the fruitfulness autumn winds had lost their lustre

And the miserable weather brings no beauty

No matter the colours of the leaves

If no other rain can mellow whisper

No wind should blow at all

Nor leaves should fall again.

Death. Rain. Dark. Life.


Adina Mitrea

Autumn by Ray Stearn

This piece also came from TCWG first online workshop, hosted by me, Ray Stearn, Chair of TCWG. The covid lockdown has meant that we look for other ways to meet and Zoom provided the opportunity here. This came from a ten minute exercise in  a very short 40 minute workshop




In Spring there is life.

Summer this year

Was never under starter’s orders,

Damp, miserable wind and rain.

The trees were green

But rarely seen.

Colours of flowers helped

But Summer was a washout.


I love Autumn,

Season of mists and yellow fruitfulness,

Season of mellow crowdless cricket

My wicket

Fell first ball.


I gaze out

From my window

Wondering where the year has gone,

Where it will go.


A brown dog gives a bark

Leaves its mark

No skylark.


We wait for the last season of the year

For in Winter there is death


© Ray Stearn 3rd September 2020