poetry and prose about place

places for writers … writing workshops – part two

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Sometimes the ‘place’ experienced at a writing workshop is the local area, the community where the workshop is held.  I wrote this poem in 2014 after a writing workshop at WordSpring in Saint Andrews (New Brunswick) …


'oak leaves and acorns'

‘oak leaves and acorns’




on a windy night

in Saint Andrews, a toad

out of place, hop-toddies across

the street


also, on Prince of Wales, a deer

pauses on the sidewalk, stares

up the hill, and I hesitate

before driving on


in the Algonquin, a light

switches on, in the room I know is mine

and a couple huddles on the hotel porch

their attitude more suited to summer

than a night when leaves skip

mottled across the street



Previously published in ‘writing weekend’, June, 2014,

Copyright  2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

May 15, 2015 at 7:51 am

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  1. Ah, I know nights like that in St. Andrews. You have captured it!

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    June 4, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    • Hi Graham. Saint Andrews has a feel all its own. Interesting in part because of its proximity to the sea. We go at least once per summer, to shop and go whale watching. Jane


      jane tims

      June 4, 2015 at 6:20 pm

      • Thanks, Jane. We love to go there too, though we go to Grand Manan more often. But not every summer; it is a bit far from here!

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        June 4, 2015 at 6:24 pm

  2. I love the way you describe the simple moments of connection between the natural and human worlds.

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    Barbara Rodgers

    May 16, 2015 at 2:11 am

    • Hi Barbara – Thanks. We are so lucky to have these moments, to show us we are part of a complex world! Jane


      jane tims

      May 16, 2015 at 10:06 am

  3. As always, I love your combination of information and inspiration. Beautiful drawing and evocative poem. A nice start to my day!

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    May 15, 2015 at 11:22 am

  4. The sounds in this poem are such fun to read. I went back and read it out loud…the t’s, the d’s, the s’s. I love “hop toddies” and “leaves skip mottled across the street.” A nice touch of mystery with the light going on in your room when you are outside. I like this very much and the drawing of oak leaves as well.

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    Carol Steel

    May 15, 2015 at 10:54 am

    • Hi Carol. Thanks for the detailed comment. The poem is the true account of my drive that evening. Lots of small unconnected incidents are memorable to this day. Jane


      jane tims

      May 15, 2015 at 1:02 pm

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