A big, varied group of families and individuals from the local community converged to meet Ruth and I in Pontesbury last Saturday. We all walked up through the green lanes and footpaths to Poles Coppice. Ruth got people making clay impressions, and I handed out Poem Notes booklets. Everyone set off to explore and make.
out of an owl’s eye/ the different/ views of winter
(part of a poem I put together using words the participants gave me up at Poles Coppice – you can read it here).
At lunchtime, we all headed back down to Pontesbury Public Hall, where archaeologists Mike and Teri gave a talk and slide show. Channelling the Iron Age seriously now, everyone set to and created new poems –
– and the most beautiful clay roundels.