Something about bridges
Arriving late to my last Writing, Coffee & Conversation Workshop was partly my fault. I could have got the underground but I was desperate to go back to Flat Cap coffee and it wasn’t that far! Only, as you may have read in my previous post I’d forgotten about tourists and instgram models. There was something however, of a sigh of relief when I crossed the bridge and knew I was almost there. In my first piece of creative writing, I wrote about this. There was obviously something in it though because Charmaine then told us the rest of the work would be around bridges. This is the third piece I wrote (I may not post the second!).We were asked to describe ourselves as a bridge.
If I were a bridge I would be one that connected hearts people to people not necessarily romantic but passions to passions heart cries knitted together “here, this person, you and they must talk” once connected I’d move on like the staircases in Hogwarts ever moving returning sometimes to find joy in connections made or to encourage once again a connection not yet completed
If I were this bridge I think sometimes there would be a disappointment in me a wish for the ground not to move for my connection to stay I’d wonder if you saw me this way
maybe I would find other bridges that connected the same we’d hang out share our stories, and voice our pain then we’d pick up our maps and go out again
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