Here we share a wonderful poem written by our volunteer poet, with our Day Therapy patients.
Composed for the Wednesday Day Therapy group in April 2024 based on their words in a poetry session at the house in February, 2024.
We also had a lovely wholesome moment whereby a patient recited four verses from her GCSE poem she studied. It unlocked some wonderful memories for the patients.
The River
by Chris Towers
The morning sun lit the river, flooding
the water with light as icicles glistened
with pin head drops dancing, spitting,
upon the surface, cascading ripples
to the earthy banks.
Eels snaked through the olive green
spaghetti of wiry torn reads, tangled,
caught in an undergrowth of greenery,
with loose planks of wood floating
like lost cargo in a rich soup.
Fisherman’s looping lines reached out,
their faces as still as the river as their
maggots fizzed in their metal tin,
rainbow- coloured baits, clustering
together- ready for fish in the deep.
Barges chugged with steam upon the
waters, puffing smoke and splashing,
sploshing washing water into whirlpools
Meanwhile, golden fish swam
around each other, waltzing in water.
Their fins propelling them below
as the plops and pops of rain drops
bounced merrily on the river top
and people made umbrellas
of each other on the tow path.
Chris Towers writes poetry for the hospice but also has his own website, as well a couple of books. Chris is a poet for Sheffield Football Club and writes for the non-league newspaper each month. his books are available here.
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