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This was our second September Creative Writing Group Session – made available by Mind Australia, and facilitated by Judy Bird, for carers of loved ones experiencing mental health issues. It was evident from the group’s noisy, happy chatter that all participants were keen to be there!
CREATIVE WRITING PIECE NO. 1
During this week’s creative writing session we were asked if we would like to share our homework from the previous week. We had each been given a postcard which featured an oil pastel painting by Tyler Arnold of High Street, Northcote – March 2016, and an image of the postcard is featured below. The instruction from the facilitator was to write for 5 minutes about the postcard picture which is exactly what I did. A number of participants read out their stories and it was amazing to hear the different takes on what they had gained from viewing the postcard itself. Most of the participants had turned the postcard over prior to writing, which showed details of the painting’s location – I had not done this! At the end of my story you will note I say that “maybe one day I will visit this destination” only to realise, in this session, I have already been there!
Title: Postcard Story
When I look at my postcard, I cannot help but think of some exciting, historical travel destination to come – where the unknown is to be found and enjoyed. Where new sights and sounds can be gobbled up into one’s memory banks and accessed in times when life appears dreary and dull. I also like the wonderful, chunky, oil painting technique shown, reminding me of Old Masters and their amazing abilities in time long gone, leaving me to wonder “what was it like, then”. I also like the period-style homes that are featured in the postcard, double storey, squished side by side and with doorways positioned right on the street pathway. Cars are tightly parked along the gutter, barely allowing a breath of space between each of them. There’s a pizza sign on one of these buildings giving the locals a place to get a quick and easy meal perhaps to be consumed after a busy day at work. A sign indicates it’s a 40-kilometre speed zone within this street, slow enough for pedestrians to dash across the road and cars to slow down to avoid mishaps. Each side of the image are lush trees showing off full green foliage, hinting that it must be full summer. The windows of the buildings peer directly over the busy suburban street, allowing their residents to see all the action happening in the outside world as they tend to their homely activities. As I stated before – perhaps one day I will visit a destination like the one on my postcard and stop to gobble up all the sights and sounds to recall on my dreary and dull days.
© Karen Robinson – September 2016
CREATIVE WRITING PIECE NO. 2
Another creative writing task we were given was to find something that we thought no one else had noticed. One morning before this session I was sitting quietly, working at my computer, when I decided to write for the task, as I had found quiet and peace whilst no one was noticing, just before dawn.
It is quiet and peaceful at this very moment. There are no ‘world worries’ in my space. I hear birds awakening to the beginning of a new and promising day. Inside here in my home it is safe and warm, and outside, surrounding my home, is a garden paradise grown and crafted by the loving hands of a man I cherish. Here, I know, is a place for me to run and hide - to shelter from the outside world’s daily challenges; a place where I can be myself – unafraid, comforted. The family dog sits beside me, endearingly, as always. Together we wait for the morning-sun to show its friendly face and when my husband arises, from his night’s sleep, it is then we will take coffee and talk in the security of each other’s company. It is quiet and peaceful here – this blessed place I call home. – Ο – Prose Poem © Karen Robinson - September 2016
CREATIVE WRITING PIECE NO. 3
At the commencement of this creative writing session Judy placed a box in the centre of the table – please find below a photo of the box. We were then instructed to write about “what would be in the box if it was for us”. It was an interesting request; there was no peering inside it to see if there was anything to be revealed. We just had to imagine what was inside, and this is what I wrote:
I’m thinking all good has to be inside this box meant for me! There are stars floating across its surface and colours of the rainbow are fully displayed against a deep black background. In my box -- perhaps hope, happiness, and joy will disperse as the lid is lifted; perhaps wonderful memories of the past will float out into my presence to be shared and enjoyed; perhaps promises of good times ahead will ascend into my hands as promissory notes that can be taken up at times when I am feeling sad; perhaps the sweet scent of Spring will drift into my soul and I will find myself taking a deep breath of rejuvenation; perhaps loud trumpets will bugle a merry tune and put me in fine spirits; perhaps fairy floss will spring from its centre, pink, sweet, and sticky to the fingers; perhaps a flutter of chirping noisy miners will escape, heading towards the highest trees in the garden outside; or perhaps there is just a whole lot of nothing! So, for me, I will not be taking the lid off this box as I already know what it is full of, and that is my imagination. – ο – Prose Poem © Karen Robinson - September 2016
It is always a pleasure to be participating in these Creative Writing Group Sessions. Catching up with participants that have become friends is wonderful, and meeting new like-minded people a real privilege! A big thank you to our Creative Writing Facilitator, Judy Bird, for making these sessions such an enjoyable time. So good for one’s well-being…
© Karen Robinson – September 2016