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hans christian andersen

Green velvet smoking jacket
svelte and warm and treasured
since Cambridge
the pool of light that quickened
the grain in his oak desk was
as much a portal for him
into other worlds as was the
oak door through which he entered
his library at every

Sometimes the desk supported
the console of a racing carriage and
at others the cockpit of
a spaceship from the pen of
Leonardo da Vinci and
at others still the pool of light
upon the desk resembled that upon
the spectacles of a tiny Rumpelstiltskin
or the chestnut hair of Lydia
the one and only he’d ever
truly adored

And his pen added a carrot-nose
to a snowman fashioned
by his father and the slowing
pace of his seventy-five year
old legs was rejuvenated as
his pen pointed brighter than
candle flame into the
archives of an always fertile mind

His eyes could appear as blank
black discs in a handsome patrician visage
when observed at the desk from
eventide street window but
only because there they gazed
inward, remembering, rejoicing
resurrecting realities borne of
fairy tales of wingéd truth

Simon Marsh


Photo at Pixabay

A gift of a day, unexpected,
found only in the incidental way of a passing remark;
a walk through almond terraces and tangled olive groves,
down, over warm rocks that smelled of salt and windblown pine
and rosemary.
We swam and the sun threw dots to dance around us.

Kit Hollings


Photo at Pixabay

Joy lives in small things,
sunshine colours on a water droplet
or reflections from a spider web.
It is in primroses, daffodils and bluebells
waking after winter’s sleep.
Joy is caring, sharing and little acts of kindness.
It is commitment, love and belonging.

Dorothy Crowther


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I like polishing sentences like stones, paring away till the end result is less, but hopefully more.

I like to be creative with the furniture of a sentence.

I’d like to learn the business of plot and pace, momentum and push. I’d like to finish what I start.

Kit Hollings

A powerful medicine

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Like all powerful medicine writing has side effects. I started in order to understand, join dots, make sense. Clarity would have sufficed but a different imperative has thrust itself upon me. I am unblinded and yet dumbfounded, rendered silent by an uncompromising beauty. The wordless knowledge of what is real.

Julie Carter

A Coleman Miscellany

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Humanity, imagination’s flow, and variety connect members of Mungrisdale Writers. Each of these qualities can be enjoyed in this little miscellany of Trevor Coleman’s recently shared work. 

A powerful character

A powerful character can be a modest person who can articulate their feelings and whose very presence brings joy and warmth to others’ lives. To be powerful person you don’t have to be the best at anything, simply a person able to cope with any situation in a way which pleases all.

Strengths and weaknesses in my writing

Where do I fit in as a writer?

I don’t feel I fit in. Having gatecrashed Mungrisdale Writers I now feel very welcome.

My strengths are few, a fertile imagination, an eagerness to put pen to paper, my search for humour.

My weaknesses are many, lack of belief, lack of English in my education, and possibly my search for humour.


What on earth can I write about “Lily”?

There’s Lily the Pink, the ones who are called Lily-Livered, the name of a flower, and I know it is a girl’s name, but I know not a girl named Lily.

I can I suppose write about an imaginary person named Lily, but I don’t trust my twisted imaginary powers, and my wife may not understand what I was doing in Lily’s bedroom.

I know I was only reading out my homework, but she may not believe me.

Perhaps I’ll write about a Lily Pond and play it safe.

Invisible woman

i) A female executive entered the meeting room to attend the firm’s monthly sales meeting.

She was the only female, no one gifted her a glance as she tried in vain to mingle. After several circuits of the crowded room, she opted for a seat, feeling completely invisible.

The managing director arrived, announced and rewarded the salesperson of the month, before introducing, after only one month’s probation, the new female sales manager.

She was asked to step forward. No longer invisible, she was centre stage, with everyone anxious to make her acquaintance.

ii) Another day at the office. The usual feeling of being completely invisible – despite the feeling of importance her input made. Once again a very sound suggestion, made by her and ignored by male counterparts a few days earlier, was today heralded and acted upon, when put forward by one of the men.

At the end of a long day she made her way home dispirited, feeling completely invisible.

Opening the front door she heard a stampede of small feet, delighted squeals with small arms clamouring for a hug. Not only was she now very visible, but an imaginary spotlight had picked her out.

iii) Working in a male environment had taken its toll; she now felt completely invisible.

By the time of Donald Trump’s election, still not being seen or heard, she decided to join an anti-Trump rally and revolt against the chief female invisibility maker.

Expecting to be one of a few hundred, she was amazed to find millions had joined the march to voice their concern.

The TV coverage next day was staggering. It showed the mass procession so vast its trail could be seen from the moon.

If seen from the moon, she was no longer invisible.

Trevor Coleman


Homework for 11 May

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Hans Christian Andersen by Anne Grahame Johnstone – see for info’

At our meeting on the 6th April, tutor Angela Locke invited us to enjoy her copy of this framed painting. The work features Hans Christian Andersen and some of his stories can be identified ‘around the edges.’

Writers were asked to ‘keep in the mind’s eye’ an image from the painting and – there and then – allow a piece of writing to flow from that. Great pieces ensued and were shared aloud around the table.

Homework for presentation on the 11th May involves something similar. Jot down some stories ‘around the edges’ of your young life, and distil one or some of these into 100 words.



Countryman Poet Colin Armstong in Mungrisdale, 6 April 2017

Colin Armstrong is one of Mungrisdale Writers’ best loved poets. Every inch an inspired Cumbrian countryman, lover of nature and expert on Lakeland dialect, Colin’s poems are deeply resonant and evocative. This off the cuff recording was made during a coffee break midway through our meeting earlier today, 6 April 2017.