Adam’s Tree
Here are some of the beautiful poems and illustrations created at our My Ancestors were French workshop at Creator College for Refugee Week.
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It was after the workshop we did for Refugee Week where everyone wrote poems that I found I had some words on the go too. So, on Sunday morning I figured out a piano accompaniment and recorded a sketch of it on my Walkman.
I typed it up, but no title yet…
© 2013 Louise Duffy-Howard
It was really good to meet and chat to Jack and to talk about guitars, poems, Creator College and the workshop. Here is Jack’s evocative poem…
Fields
Rolling Colours
Forged by thought
Lordless lonely long nights
Open
Mountain ancient lost
Keepers of the beautiful
Life stained, the eternal
Thunderous ink clouds
Smudged dirty impenetrable
Lovers of misery
Lingering over buildings
By Jack Beaumont
Here are Sydell’s Poems, for our Hull Refugee week workshop, beautifully written in gold…
The Auricula Suite
I am drifting
I am following
Following the crowd
Crowds of leaves
Leaves are descending
Descending into fear
Fear of unknown
Unknown language spoken
Spoken broken words
Words of foreigners
Foreigners are scary
Scary foreign lands
Lands of people
People of England
England is beautiful
Beautiful green land
Land of unknown
Unknown foreign people
Horse
Shimmy, gallop
Bolt, shake, natter
Beauty, gentle, innocence, pride
Wild
Fig
Sweet, fruity
Velvety, soft, moist
Sweet, nature, touchable
Luxury, tempting
Edible, juicy
Exotic
What would you take with you?
My Nanas necklace
Three Words
The dog slept
The dog woke
The dog cried
The dog barked
The dog wagged
The love lasts
The love eats
The love gives
The love grows
The chef baked
The chef cooked
The chef chopped
The chef fried
The chef tired
The chef rolled
The chef proved
By Sydell Faith
Anne’s evocative poem from our Refugee Week workshop at Creator College spans a year in a life…
Sink or Swim
I’ve no choice
They are shooting
Jump in now
Water so cold
Border far away
I am frightened
Please save me
Here’s the shore
Gasping, moaning, exhausted
A new future
One of happiness?
One year later
No – I am hated
They despise me
Take their jobs?
Take their girls?
It’s not true
I need help
To feel safe
To learn English
Get a job
Bring my family
All I need –
A peaceful life.
By Anne MacNamara
