In the Go Dog Go Tree Top Cafe

A wonderful piece of writing from Gina at Singledust. Please take time to visit the Go Dog Go Tree Café and meet some excellent writers.

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bty Monday writing at coffee shop

Sitting in a café reading and writing is one of my guilty pleasures. I don’t get a chance to do this often enough. Last Monday morning was the rare occasion I managed it and it was such a lovely time. I will make extra effort to do it again on a regular basis.

But I was alone in that café, and while the solitude made for good writing and reflection having a group of friends to share it with is equally fulfilling to a writer, poet or even just a book lover like me.

I am fortunate that I have another “Café” I can go to without planning to take time off work. It’s a very friendly place filled with warm, talented and inspiring people I am privileged to sit with and have a coffee and chat.

That Café is accessible to anyone who wants…

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Dead Poet’s Society

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Where Poppies Blow

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Photo Image: Davy D

Imagine, if the poem you are writing now was to be the last one you ever wrote.

This is a thought playing on my mind after finishing an excellent book, “Where Poppies Blow – The British Soldier, Nature, The Great War” by John Lewis-Stempel.  I have brought this thought and the book to the Go Dog Go Treetop Café to ponder over a cup of tea.

Where Poppies Blow is not a collection of poetry per se, but a record of British soldier’s experiences in the First World War, provided by letters and poetry they wrote during the period. Against a background of carnage and destruction, the book portrays how the soldiers were still able to find beauty in nature and the animals they encountered in the battlefields.

From the splendour of the Skylark, set against an early morning sunrise, to their relationship with the horses and dogs following them into battle, the archive of writing shows that even in the darkest situations there is still a glimpse of hope and poetry to be found.

For many of the soldiers the letters and poetry were the last things they ever wrote and, with what they were experiencing around them, death was probably at the forefront of their mind.

Earlier in the week I read an interview with writer and poet Gina Gallyot by Mandibelle 16. One of the things jumping out at me from the interview was part of Gina’s response to one of the questions, “but write as if it is the last essay or poem you will ever get to write.”

Together, the book and the interview do make me mindful, one day, the poem I am writing may be my last.  In a positive way they are reminders to continue to immerse myself in the writing experience.

So, from this week’s hangout I leave you with a wonderful book and the thought that life can be fleeting; enjoy each breath and write like it was the last thing you may ever write.

What are your thoughts on this? The teas are on me.

Mad Dogs and Englishmen #2

Fake News

a Cockapoo
went missing yesterday,
snatched from the village street
in broad daylight.

caused a frenzy.
made it onto Facebook,
picture as well,
47 likes,
23 comments.

Parish Council,
County Council,
Outsiders,
Local Police,

they all copped it.

it was down to
potholes,
street lighting,
street parking,
council tax,
(£2000 to have your bins emptied?)

it went viral,
to neighbouring hamlets.
dogs everywhere placed
under lock and key.

turned out to be
a false alarm.

the dog walked back
into the house
8 hours later.

just fancied a wander.

came home because
it was hungry.

© Davy D 2017

We Stand With Manchester

We Stand With ManchesterLate last night, another act of murder and barbarism occurred in Manchester in the UK.

Please take some time today to find a space in your, thoughts, prayers and hearts for the victims, families, friends and communities affected by this atrocity.

our
tears
will never
stop flowing
we will use them to
strengthen our hearts

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Hanging Out at Roland’s Ragbag

Roland's Ragbag

It’s been a funny time since moving on from the Go Dog Go Treetop Café. If you didn’t know, there is a General Election going on in the UK next month and the British media is full of Pompous Pontificating Politicians and their Blustering Soundbites (sounds like a pop group from the 1970’s).

Needing a break from this I headed off down to the banks of the River Thames to spend some time in a quintessential English Café and a Cream Tea at Roland’s Ragbag.

I have been frequenting the Ragbag for nearly a year now and sat on the terrace, watching boats gliding down the river, reminds me why I come here.

Roland’s Ragbag opened in July 2016 and the proprietor Mr. Roland Keld provides “A Melange, a Miscellany, a Mishmash – of memories, reflections and comment. There is always a warm welcome awaiting and T.S. Eliot’s quote above the door, “These fragments I have shored. Against my ruins.” give a flavour of what to expect.

Inside, the walls are adorned with wonderful drawings and paintings. Two of my favourites, Ebb Tide and The Patchwork Pachyderm, reflect the eclectic atmosphere of the establishment.

The tables are covered with magazines containing personal insights from Roland’s travel of the globe, complete with drawings and photos to match. From the Artic to Venice, and beyond, his literary descriptions jiggle the wanderer in you.

For the poetry connoisseur, there are poetic forms of every description on the menu and one to suit every mood. Whether you want to laugh or cry, it’s all there for you to order.

If you get a chance please pop in to Roland’s Ragbag and say hello to Roland, there is warmth and inspiration in abundance.

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the room at the back. Mr. R. has a library  to die for.

That reminds me.  I need to pop into the neighbourhood library, there’s a book I need to read. I’ll tell you all about it next week.

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