Scribing
Lines
The
Bath Spa Railway Station Renku
Hosted by With Words (Alan Summers & Karen Hoy), with Marshall Hryciuk & Karen Sohne, Canada, and friends.
Hosted by With Words (Alan Summers & Karen Hoy), with Marshall Hryciuk & Karen Sohne, Canada, and friends.
scribing lines
across the fields Easter journey |
Sue Shand |
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hopping on one foot
grandchild counts ducklings |
Karen Sohne |
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the empty home
a kettle whistles as a train rumbles past |
Zoe Blackmore |
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while bonfire smoke drifts
through a bare tree |
Andrew Shimield |
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clouds
I have even lost the moon |
Mimi Thebo |
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as I admire
Monet's Haystacks |
Alan Summers |
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lemonade glasses
framed by the half-done jigsaw |
Karen Hoy |
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where the leaves meet
blue leaves of sky |
Liz Brownlee |
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ice cream
how long out of the freezer |
Karen Hoy |
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longing for love's lick
dirty dishes pile high |
Tracey Kelly |
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the damp spot
on my expensive shirt a night's tears |
Alan Summers |
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the world is suddenly interested
in Portuguese Water Spaniels |
Mimi Thebo |
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off Somalia
the Captain's alive and three pirates dead |
Yu Yan Chen |
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crows pierce the crystaline horizon
|
Tracey Kelly
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inside the cat curls
snug on the warmest chair |
Zoe Blackmore |
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half moon
my wife's unvarnished toenails |
Alan Summers |
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the tree rattles bones
the wind shakes |
Liz Brownlee |
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today I smelled the earth
|
Mimi Thebo
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abundant
the elderflowers bow low |
Sue Shand |
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light on the froth below the weir
clouds float |
Liz Brownlee |
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as I drink
through the harp in my Guinness |
Sue Shand |
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piggyback he sees his dad's view
|
Alan Summers
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two lines summer
Alan and Karen |
Tracey Kelly |
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sunbathing on the roof
the radio DJ tells us to roll over |
Karen Sohne |
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rockets explode
in showers of golden rain |
Sue Shand |
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Orion's Belt
I sneak another notch in mine |
Alan Summers |
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this diamond day we set the date
|
Sue Shand
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my new babe’s gaze
joins my heat to her's |
Liz Brownlee |
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the length of the valley
the bullstag's trumpeting |
Andrew Shimield |
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Jupiter's moons
through someone else’s telescope |
Karen Hoy |
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roasted chestnuts
start to appear on London street corners |
Alan Summers |
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snakes in the beard
of the sun god |
Karen Sohne |
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light on the river
shimmering on the green tour boat |
Marshall Hryciuk |
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tiny butterfly
over the new lawn |
Karen Sohne |
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in a swirl of blossom
the dustmen fill their cart |
Andrew Shimield |
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letting go of the balloon
with a gentle wave |
Yu Yan Chen |
Marshall Hryciuk ((President of the Haiku Society of Canada 1990 – 1997)) was sabaki for this event.
The event stayed at Dashi Sushi Bar for a number of hours, before moving onto a nearby park in Bath. Early evening we moved to the famous Raven pub in Bath for refreshments and to perform the completed renga.
Karen Hoy assisted me as co-host at the event, so we could look after the needs of all the participants while guest sabaki and scribe Marshall Hryciuk and Karen Sohne from Toronto, Canada, could concentrate totally on the renga aka renku.
With Words (myself and Karen) insist that participants in a renga enjoy themselves in a relaxed atmosphere. As a kasen renga can take six hours, there was plenty of opportunity for people to visit museums and galleries, do a little shopping, and generally come back in their own time.
all photographs©Alan Summers
Please contact me at admin@callofthepage.org for permission to use any of these photographs.
Scribing
Lines Renku
journal publishing credit:
Petals in the Dark,
15 renku led and edited by Marshall Hryciuk
(catkin press, 2015)
https://claudiaradmore.com/2015/07/15/publishers-hat-renku/
*Also please still feel free to drop a few short poems about trains into the comments box.
Alan & Karen offer online courses in haiku and its related genres. If you would like to know more drop us a line at:
admin@callofthepage.org
More about Karen & Alan:
https://www.callofthepage.org/about-1/
.
*Also please still feel free to drop a few short poems about trains into the comments box.
Alan & Karen offer online courses in haiku and its related genres. If you would like to know more drop us a line at:
admin@callofthepage.org
More about Karen & Alan:
https://www.callofthepage.org/about-1/
.
7 comments:
Here's my only train based poem
I can't hear it, though
I can see the crow crowing
Through the train window
Hope the station renga was fun!
It's this Easter Monday, 1pm Bath Spa Station, in Dashi Sushi Bar if you and Katie are up for it. You can just pop in for twenty minutes, for a verse or two! ;-)
Here's one:
Skirting cold lakes
A train dissipates
In moonlight
Mike Chasty
You made me realise how often I write about trains! The latest couple -
evening train -
the young commuter reads
a president's biography
westbound train
sliding out from under
back-lit cloud
and some older ones -
westbound train
glides along beside
still water
writing on eggshells
recording words on skin
with a finger tip
across the misted
window of a train
Hello Alan, I thought this while watching yesterday, but can't think it hasn't been said before:
as the train gathers speed
we wave goodbye
more quickly
I rather like this! It doesn't just suggest the funny side of it, but goodbyes in general, and our own transience, but how we sometimes waste time in even saying hello and getting to know a friend or family member.
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