If you feel inspired and want to let your imagination out to play, try this poetry exercise from
Hilary, the facilitator of our Bridges Creative Writing Group.
Choose an emotion which you have felt recently or in the past (e.g. love, hate, jealousy, fear,
desire, anger, greed, happiness, boredom) then answer these questions:
It makes a noise, what does it sound like?
If it could speak, what do you think it would say?
Who else apart from you can hear it?
If you reach out and touch it, what does it feel like?
If you lean over and sniff it, what does it smell like?
If you lick it or nibble at it, what does it taste like?
What colour (or colours) is it?
When the emotion has left you, where does it go to?
It looks strong and has yellow eyes.
Its footsteps don’t hit the ground but float
centimeters above it.
It sounds like every song that makes you want to
have a dance party in the middle of
the night, but whispered quietly.
It says, “You’re going to be more than ok”.
Only I can hear it, but there is a unique version for
each of us.
I reach out and touch it.
It feels like putting your hand on a loudspeaker. In
the rhythm of a beating heart.
It smells like vanilla and rain.
It tastes like morning air.
It's yellow, silver, gold and light blue in colour.
When I don’t feel it, it shrinks into the shadows and
waits patiently until I'm ready again.
Once more a dreary wretched day,
To soggy leaves and steeping mud.
With hat and gloves, I am away,
Churning the ground with heavy plod.
The blackbird echos through the Dell,
A lonely bird but still it sings,
And in my dismal heart as well,
A bloom renewed for weary wing.
Plants arise from tangled root,
The earth turned dark and sodden too.
A robin watches small and bright,
And begs me raise my spade anew.
Bare winter is a dismal sight,
As days and weeks stretch overlong,
To hear the lark call in the night,
And wait for summer's gentle song.
Are you crazy for creative writing? We'd love to read your poems and
stories, just send your submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org