About Eurobodalla Writers

Eurobodalla Writers (EWG) is a vibrant group who enjoy writing prose, poetry, and short stories. Members range from beginners who haven't written more than correspondence or work reports to published authors. Day and night groups. Come along to a couple of meetings to experience the creativity and writing support that is Eurobodalla Writers.

Dark Days

(part of the bushfire stories and poems series)

Blazing lights, piercing pain

Frightened screams cry out in vain

Heart beats faster

Cold, scared – disaster

Dark days

A shadow above – exultation

Monsters in night

Fears ignite

Circling demons enter the gloom

Sobs heard from that scary room

Dark days

Room fills with light – salvation

Banished by the group

No way to recoup

Heart fills with fear

What a toxic atmosphere

Dark days

Arms that open wide – absolution

Joy to despair

No long a pair

What did I do wrong?

I no longer belong

Dark days

Nothing can help – desolation

Wheeled chair in rain

Limbs racked with pain

Life’s inhumane

Too late to complain

Dark days

Radiance above – liberation

© Lalla Barden 19 Feb 2020

 

Eurobodalla Writers’ meetings cancelled

In line with the new Coronavirus regulations and for the safety and health of our members, all Eurobodalla Writers day and night meetings are cancelled until further notice. If you are interested in day, night, or both writing groups when they resume please feel free to make contact via https://eurobodallawriters.org/contact-us/ for more information and to be notified when visitors are able to attend meetings again.

Use the time to be creative writing poems, short stories, your novel … if you’re stuck for ideas have a look at the our Feb to June 2020 program.

In the meantime stay well and healthy, and happy writing.

Bushfire New Year

Smokers cough
but no tobacco
scarlet king parrot’s
blackened breast,
reminders of the dark day.

Blood red sun
dimmed
by glowing orange
horizon
anxious gathering
on a beach
scanning the sky
for promised wind change
frantic drive
past flame-licked verges
trees quenched
but scorched
bleeding ash and embers.

Join the crowd
gathering
stunned and
seeking security
waiting for
news
food
and comfort
in the dark
more ways than one
but needing to share
rumours of tragedy
unhappily
not all incorrect.

The world mourns
a lost generation
or more
of unique fauna
but soon hints
and splashes
of green
appear
as the flora
fights back.

© Rosemary Patyus 4Mar2020

Scorched – Clyde Mountain

Scorched, silent sentinels stand.

Stoic, stunned, submitting their sap,

Surrendering their souls

To the searing shooting stars of fire.

Now stripped of life’s desire,

Collateral damage in cataclysmic ire.

 

Black, burnt, beheaded,

Beaten, blazed, betrayed,

Our once flourishing forests,

Fauna, and faithful firefighters

Now furiously flayed.

Waiting, wishing for the welcome Wet,

Our teardrops seeking, beseeching

The heavens to open, and relent,

With rejuvenating, refreshing rain

To restore the forests, the earth,

Our shattered hopes and lives again.

© Bonnie Atteridge  Jan 2020