NOTEBOOK

We have written lots during our workshops, some of which we have worked on afterwards and we will share some of that here, starting off with a poem by Alex Waterston that began life in an exercise about place and objects but ends up encapsulating a … well you read it:

Sock

Sitting on the sand
beyond the walls and
pebbles of Hornsea beach,
the royal match to
what I hold in my hand.

I remember when you lost it,
returning home with only
one foot clothed,
thinking it was gone,
like everything else.

I see your face
and how, with this sock,
I could complete you,
walk into your fresh start
and present it to you.

This sock is not odd,
but half of a pair.
Now that I have found it,
Perhaps we could make a match again.