Poems by Members of the Creative Writing Group

Penny

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

No really, you shouldn’t thump Daniel,

You should share the Lego.

Sssss

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

Daniel is sad, he’s crying.

He wants to share the Lego and be friends.

Ssss

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

Why don’t you play in the sand together?

No, we don’t throw it about!

Sss

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

Let’s share a book together. Daniel, you choose.

Okay Penny, we can read Elmer.

Ss

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

Daniel, why don’t you play with Josh.

Penny, who will you play with? No one?

S

Say sorry and it will be sorted.

Sorry Daniel!

Let’s play outside!

KBicknell

BH2026

S-O-R-R-Y … how many ways?

Sorry I’m late- traffic

On my way- train delayed

Ready in five- computer malfunction

Running late- overstayed my welcome

Yet am I?

Sorry I didn’t call

Only, I lost my phone

Returning the call- no reply

Ready to apologise

Yet am I?

Sorry I let you down

Only meant to cause a frown

Realised my mistake

Really didn’t feel great

Yes, sorry I am.

KBicknell

BH2026

Earth Angels

Earth Angels surround us everywhere,

Their stretching fingers point to the heavens.

It’s January and they are still and waiting.

They show how,

These cold dark days, 

Give time to rest.

No need to rush. Wait.

While rain comes to fill the water basin,

They celebrate, adorn themselves

With thousands of Jewel droplets 

Glistening in cloudy gloom.

Knowing time for growth 

Will come.

While we sleep safely dreaming

 In upstairs bedrooms,  

Outside Earth Angels cradle us

With strong roots underground

And praising branches high above. 

Mysterious, anonymous,

Camouflaged, rough bark.

Hiding,

A wealth of life within.

So naturally they provide

A home to creatures - many tiny

Ones with fur or feathers.

The remnants of last year’s leaves 

are everywhere, unnoticed.

Squashed in corners, underfoot

Stuck to soles of shoes.

It’s Angel food, given to nourish the earth.

And when they breathe, pollution dissolves.

Creating our fresh air!

Their voices whisper through the wind.

‘All we do is for you.’

When I walk, past pavement trunks -

Spaced proudly between concrete slabs, 

Politely bowed over tarmac roads -

Each one ends a thought,

With a full stop. 

Or an exclamation mark!

When it declares, with stillness and beauty

An Earth Angel life, 

And beams ahead a blazing, caring light.

By Lucy Houbart

The Well-being Hub

A welcoming place,

Where a community face

A source for changing opportunities

For all people with different abilities.

Here they won’t judge or discriminate,

No matter your age, background or faith.

A hub where we meet,

To chat, write, walk, bake and eat,

Or just greet each other with empathy

Without pressure and feeling no pity.

Let’s gather together around the well

And to the loneliness and misery say forever farewell.

By Agnieszka Grabek