Yesterday I spent a gorgeous day breakfasting, swimming in the sea, lunching, writing and driving around Gwynedd with Alison. The sea was alternatively freezing or warm depending on which bit of the surf we caught and the tiny,tiny, translucent, fish swirled in shoals before us. For our writing jaunt, I had organised cards with scenarios, a bag of objects, and first line prompts. In the bag was a key, some rings a broken bracelet and Beth’s totem owl, when I asked her if she had any odd interesting items.
It stands straight
this totem owl – a wooden warrior on her desk. Its
flat, planed, face brings
prayer, help, luck.
Shaped like a thumb,
she holds it in her fist and the moon
runs beneath the clouds across the sky.