I was invited to participate in the meeting of the Achill Writers’ Group.
During the meeting in Ted’s we did a fun exercise. We had to choose ten random words. Easy enough. But then we had to write a poem with these words.
I’m going to share mine, not because I think it’s good or finished. But it unexpectedly brought back vivid memories of my dear grandmother who died in 1992.
Grandma, sing that song for me
You know, about compassion
You know, about the heart
Grandma, please give me your hands
You know, a triangle we make
You know, a circle we will make
Grandma, where is your apartment?
It’s all carved in marble
Your hands, that song you used to sing