What a lovely afternoon we had when Gaia Holmes paid us a visit. Having already read some of her poems at the writing sessions, it was great to welcome Gaia along to read her poetry and talk a little about the creative process which takes place in order to write poems such as Guests, Being a Seahorse and Wild Pigeons. Who would have thought that having periodic crazes on things such as pylons and sea horses was such a vital part of the process? What's more, Gaia stuck doggedly to her task despite the constant distraction of a runaway spider.
It was informative and engaging, but most of all it was a highly enjoyable afternoon, thoroughly enjoyed by a full house at Agbrigg. |
"I lie on your living room floor
changing colour in the weak December light, wind-milling my arms as fast as I can, making the dust rise like smoke from your Turkish rug." from Being a Seahorse |
"Tell me about your ex
and I will tell you about mine as we eat Doritos, down Chianti like Ribena and feel the salt and the lack burning on our lips." from Wild Pigeons |
"and now, at dusk
I see the glow of my mother out in the garden carrying naked flames in her palms like lotus buds," from Guests |