Wordsmiths at work
Wordsmithery have been hosting pop-up writing retreats as part of this year’s Margate festival, in the shelter where TS Eliot wrote parts of The Waste Land.
Here is a collaborative poem written by Margate passers-by on 10 September. We will be back in the shelter this Saturday. (More info.)
Margate is…
Margate is…
A place. Homely.
Margate is…
My retirement,
Walking the dog
On a stretch of sand.
Margate is…
A wonderful place to live,
Modern then charming:
The derelict facade of Dreamland
And the Turner, like sliced off flats.
It’s sunny – I like the views
… But it smells funny.
Margate is…
Fascinating.
‘Marg-bella’:
On a sunny day, a place to swim;
On a windy day it’s like living on
the edge of hell.
Crap.
Margate is…
Happiness, beautiful
A lovely coastline, lovely people
In Margate…
You’ve got to be careful
It’s stuck in the ‘60s… the ‘70s maybe
We’ve started the Christmas shopping.
The Turner’s like Minecraft
Or like sails.
It’s diverse,
exciting
full of historic cultural gems
My beloved Margate…
Light, space, sand, huge skies.
Horizons, possibilities.
Much maligned,
It’s really on the up.
