As well as meeting up for workshops once a month, some of us also meet up for lunch and writing sessions in between. Back when the weather was rather cold and we were wishing for sunshine like this, our theme was Ice, and we had to write a 10-15 line poem:

Shining in the light,
The floor beneath the breeze.
The water frozen over,
Hiding the secret with ease.

His body stood there grasping,
Clambering for her hand.
Frozen now, in time at least,
As she looks across the land.

Confident he won’t be found,
For now, neither will she.
Come spring his hand will raise alarm,
But by then, where will she be?

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