Words by A Wensley

I'd like to share something else from the workshop I attended on Saturday with Jawbone, a stream of consciousness poem which came about through a warm-up exercise whereby Peter had a list of WORDS and dropped them one by one at random times over the course of a couple of minutes into the air for us to breathe in as we free wrote...this is exactly as it came into being on the day...Divine intervention? You decide ✨  Peter says start writing We're here at Othona together Women in a circle  A VOICE calls to me across the divide  It is divine - BELIEVE in this situation It will bring you joy in abundance The ENERGY with which the day has begun  So wild and free  embrace it in your consciousness For it is SACRED dear heart Embrace this day It has been given to you as the SUN Bright for you and burning hot Like your VITAL signs  It is a sign for the progression of your consciousness Your STORY comes in this chapter and Needs to be written here, Bless the ESSENCE ...

A poem created during today's workshop with Jawbone at Othona in Dorset in celebration of finding friendship, inspired by HA Clark Author and Peter Roe: Story stones and pebble poets We speak, in verses, our truth Washing in and out with the emotional tide Cyclical stanzas of sorrow our synonyms susserate,  Bringing with them flotsam from past storms; Dirt-froth-bubbled-thoughts muddied by masculine memories. These brash waves tear at my heart-scars As my story stones are thrown up onto the beach. There is no order in chaos,  Though us poets seek to channel it, into good. I see you, An amber gem amongst the uniformity of life's grey pebble beach, By chance we were thrown of the same wave And washed up beside each other. We nestle in for the duration,  fighting the storm within. You are shining And I feel found. A Wensley 19.07.2025

For Minehead Middle School There are flowers where the boy should be, passing through the gate, into his parents arms, should be, where the home time bell should be ringing, singing, where end-of-term elation should be. Instead, there's shocked silence where the families should be talking of Summer holidays,  should be, the sound of sirens peal...please bring him home to me, there is absence where the joy should be. A Wensley  18.07.2025

A writers workshop in the golden hour, in Glastonbury I sit and write As the Abbey House glows,  Gilded by the evening sun. At first we sat beneath an ornate gold ceiling In a room graced by nobles past, We sat on once soft furnishings,  On fabrics frayed, upholstery sagging,  Simply by the act of years of sitting. Pausing, then, was a luxury, reserved only for the rich,  So I sit and ponder my place...         I am here,         Graced by golden light and your presence,         Deserving of time and space, simply to be. I walked in mindful abundance just now, Through pearls of light, dancing, Like sensory swathes of silk, soft light soothing, The sun setting along the arc of each grass-seed, igniting me, As nature reclaimed the ruins from me. I walked the line between gold past, gold present, and gold future, The pathway seemingly clearer now, As I realised -          I am here, ...

For Ann Diment We met as Zoomers on a screen, Part of Liv's online tribal shoal; A like-minded pair of Rainbow Fish  Swimming against the flow Of COVID-19. When I met you for real  After the lockdowns ended, in Yeovil, Your infectious aura cheered me on  As I took to the real mic for the first time, Unscreened emotion, literally. We met again as Hot Poets Sparks, A climate agenda, awareness-senders; Your creation was born of water and wellbeing, While mine was born of solar rays and renewed energy For poetry. Onward, onto the Quantocks we walked, Creating poetry of place,  In Coleridge's wake;  12 poets wandering,  Recording, performing, applauding, each other. You've been alongside me Ann, Every step of the way, In more ways than one! So before you move on I'd just like to say...Thank you! And now it is time For you to leave this land of Summer people As a poet among friends, A friend among poets, Our journey together will never end. A Wensley 9.07.2025 Pi...

The May Queen and her Jack in the Green (A Lyrical Ballad) Blessed union. Blessed be. (The Beltane air ripples with the sound of distant voices as the Green Men approach…) "Air my breath & fire my spirit Earth my body, water my blood"* O May Queen and your Jack in the Green, Come with colour, paint the scene; Leaves unfurl and blossoms bloom Life spring forth o' Earth Mother's' womb! "Air my breath & fire my spirit Earth my body, water my blood" O fertile be the lands of Summer Sprouting forth the withies whisper Levels flood but riseth never O’er the top o' Glastonbury Tor "Air my breath & fire my spirit Earth my body, water my blood" This Avalon, a portal-door To all the lands ancient holds fast, Greens the Men, Breathes song, spells cast: "Air my breath & fire my spirit Earth my body, water my blood” Traditions here be grown on trees Then danced around by maidens, FREED - Of modern ways… O May Queen days! "Air ...

The Great Strawberry Sandwich Debate Honestly,  our feeds are being fed sandwich debates now. Why?! To distract us from the heaviest news stories in history?  Hmm 🤔  The climate is breaking down,  there are wars in the world  and what are people apparently talking about? Strawberry sandwiches! And these are not just any strawberry sandwiches! These are M&S strawberry sandwiches! Or should I say puddings?  Tax doesn't have to be taxing,  neither does real conversation  by the look of things. 🍓 A Wensley 2.07.2025