Category: The Spellwright

Poetry in the Community, The Spellwright

Stir a pint of midnight into a sack of fog

I had to lie down on the sofa and hold onto a cup of tea afterwards, but I had the most amazing weekend at Shrewsbury Museum in the company of a seemingly endless stream of inventive young witches and wizards #MuseumsAreMagic. Staff at the Museum had done a stunning job lighting the staircase with candles, providing a hatstand to leave your portkey on, a wand … Continue reading Stir a pint of midnight into a sack of fog

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Poetry & Wellbeing, Poetry in the Community, The Spellwright

‘At midnight, pick half a pound of hail out of a blue lake’

In the midst of summer 2018’s heatwave comes Ledbury Poetry Festival, rich with words and sunstruck sofas out on the cobbled lane as ever.  Dressed rather warmly in my best ‘medieval wise-woman’ garb, with large straw hat, I set up in the Walled Garden alongside a colourful spread of tents and stalls providing entertainment to all. I wrote spells for all ages, requests ranging from … Continue reading ‘At midnight, pick half a pound of hail out of a blue lake’

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