Listen to Ann’s poem Moving on  now – simply press the arrow on this latest post –

This poem was written on the last day of a course at Arvon. Arvon run creative writing courses for all kinds of writing. The tutors are usually well known in their field as well as experienced facilitators for writing groups.

Moving on

Luggage abandoned in the hall

and trains won’t wait for late departure.

But here we sit

lost in the dance of life.

Mirrored in this tiny drama

and willing it never to end.

The heat of the fire

lulls us into companionable silence.

The flames leap and flare

reminding us of past passion.

Logs shift and fall

but we are motionless.

Showers of feathery dust

and final embers fall away.

We rise reluctantly to go

and face our fond farewells.

As if in a dream

fading into uncertain futures.