Poems by Nicola Baines

Here are some more poems inspired by the first workshop. Thank you Nicola for letting us see the dunes through your eyes, and through the eyes of a hawk! These poems show how we can use what we know through our senses, and through our imagination, to create something magical.

Harebells nodding

Butterflies flitting

Grasses waving

Newts staring

Crows cawing

Dragonflies zipping

Bees buzzing

Water rippling

Driftwood standing

Shells crunching

Orchids hiding

Tadpoles wiggling

Buckthorn prickling

Sand whispering

Rose gall feathering

Sun beaming

Wind whispering

Chafers burrowing

Surf breaking

Me absorbing

 

Fresh Eyes

I fly in my kestrel form, it's safer this way.  

Scanning the environment with the sharp eyes of a raptor, I note that we have everything we need for our nights work.  

I perch aloft in a treetop waiting for the others to arrive.    

Below me lies an ancient monument, a circular construction of stone with odd shaped cells of which we will use only one for the coven to be held tonight.

 

Kids in the Dunes

It was her wish to have a party in the dunes, she's the birthday girl in the centre with the dark hair.  A treasure hunt followed by an obstacle race, her Dad good naturedly agreeing to be one of the obstacles.  Summer fun in the hot, hot sun followed by cool lemonade, jelly and birthday cake.