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HARROGATE WRITERS CIRCLE HOMEPAGE

Meetings

HAIKU AND RENGA

THE WORK OF ERIC BEER

WORLD READERSHIP

THE WORK OF CHRISTINE BOOTHROYD

THE WORK OF RODNEY NOON

The WORK OF CHRIS SOFGE

The Work of Chris Barnes

Who wrote that ?

Answers to 'Who wrote that.'

JUST FOR FUN

WRITING'S A FUNNY OLD GAME.

OOPS !

INSPIRATION?

SOME SUBMISSION HINTS

SAM WAS SO RIGHT

News from New Zealand

PAGES FROM THE PAST

THE WORK OF PETER CAUNT

AN INTERESTING NEW LINK

NEW LOCATION FOR CIRCLE MEETINGS

Defoe Defiant

A Man of Letters

THE WORK OF SUE HARDY-DAWSON

THE SEVEN BASIC PLOTS

PITY ABOUT JANE

WRITING A SHORT STORY?

SOME HINTS ON WRITING DIALOGUE

THE WORK OF BARBARA STONE

HWC Junior Writers'Competition

WORD LIMITS FOR COMPETITIONS

MEMBERS IN PRINT

PRESS REPORT

PRESS REPORT

report on last meeting

LOCATION OF MEETINGS

Contact Information for harrogatewriters

Links for harrogatewriters

Message Board

Guestbook

Event Calendar

Mail Form

Which writer has had the most profound effect on you ?
Charles Dickens
Shakespeare
H G Wells
Jeffery Archer
Conrad
Jane Austen
Hemingway
Steinbeck
Frost
Thomas Hardy

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Harrogate Renga Party!

Each haiku or tanka which follows the first was written by a different member so that the resulting poem builds up rather loke a chain letter! It is intended to be fun. The results are occasionally profound. Why not try it and send us the results?


MIRRORS

Motel mirror
I too am
just passing through (Peter Yovu)

Reflections are cruel
but will pass too

Mirrors tell lies;
Right becomes left
rights become wrongs.

My eyes stare back
in contradiction

No sense at all in it
All meaning has gone
Reflections are void

Imperfections loom large
Denial all too evident

So I will take off
my spectacles put them down
and look

Sometimes I see more clearly
with my eyes shut





NIGHT THOUGHTS

A barking dog
little bits of night
breaking off (Jane Reichhold)

Moonlight spills
across wet cobbles

Sleeping I watch her
sliding through doors
that block my exit

The way is barred
Where has she gone?

She beckons in the winter wind
calling soundlessly
into my soporific senses

And I twist away
into vacuity

Only the barking remains
filling night air and dreams
with menace

Ghosts of the past
haunt the remaining night.

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HARROGATE WRITERS CIRCLE HOMEPAGE |Meetings |HAIKU AND RENGA |THE WORK OF ERIC BEER |WORLD READERSHIP |THE WORK OF CHRISTINE BOOTHROYD |THE WORK OF RODNEY NOON |The WORK OF CHRIS SOFGE |The Work of Chris Barnes |Who wrote that ? |Answers to 'Who wrote that.' |JUST FOR FUN |WRITING'S A FUNNY OLD GAME. |OOPS ! |INSPIRATION? |SOME SUBMISSION HINTS |SAM WAS SO RIGHT |News from New Zealand |PAGES FROM THE PAST |THE WORK OF PETER CAUNT |AN INTERESTING NEW LINK |NEW LOCATION FOR CIRCLE MEETINGS |Defoe Defiant |A Man of Letters |THE WORK OF SUE HARDY-DAWSON |THE SEVEN BASIC PLOTS |PITY ABOUT JANE |WRITING A SHORT STORY? |SOME HINTS ON WRITING DIALOGUE |THE WORK OF BARBARA STONE |HWC Junior Writers'Competition |WORD LIMITS FOR COMPETITIONS |MEMBERS IN PRINT |PRESS REPORT |PRESS REPORT |report on last meeting |LOCATION OF MEETINGS |Contact Information for harrogatewriters |Links for harrogatewriters |Message Board |Guestbook |Event Calendar |Mail Form