Del Boy by Jim
Talking, laughing, shooting a line,Flashing some dosh, he cannot decline,The smell of money, taking the bait,A hand full of cash, he just can’t wait!Del-boy was buzzing, adrenaline high,Like a buzzard encircling, high in the sky,Swooping down fast, ensuring the kill,Del-boy laughed at the ‘ker-ching’ of the till.
Lady Macbeth by Nina
Ammonia burnt nostrils and sore stinging eyes
Harsh brush scratching flesh, intent on disguise. Dazzling white light reflects on the knifeSmall figure bent over, scrubbing for her life.
Frantic and desperate, wincing: It chafes!Rabid wolf underground, scrabbling its escape.
Rapid and darting, nails bleeding and raw, Disinfectant stenched air scrapes her throat like a saw.
Dragon (Homage to Welsh Rugby)
by Karen The mighty roar echoes around the valleys.
The fiery breath shoots across the sky.
The blood red color rises slowly.
The mighty voices lift on high.
The swell of pride and passion rises.
The dragon fills the crimson night.
The creature swoops and dives, a glorious sight.
The roar of victory ends the fight.
The Dead Good Workshops continue on 30 March at Blackpool Central Library. They run from 11am to 1pm and the next theme is Shakespeare. The workshops are free and we'd be delighted if you would join us.
