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Windows & Memes for National Poetry Day

This summer, our TWP members have been busy leading writing walks and workshops around Stockton Borough, helping absolute beginners get their creative juices flowing with fascinating prompts from our everyday surroundings.

For National Poetry Day, we're able to bring you a selection of poems written on those walks. Our walks for Stockton Libraries, led Chrissie Petrie - the Word Herder, have ended up as photo-slides that you can enjoy on the Stockton Library Facebook Page and all over their social media. Here's a shot of Billingham taken by Kirsten Luckins, with a poem by Sue Crawford that fits nicely with this year's NPD theme of 'Choice'.

Billingham town centre - a hot day, deep blue sky behind the row of 1970's shops, an expanse of grey and black paving with a man walking across it. The only shade is from one small tree. Poem reads: No voice. I came here without having a choice  Life is hard when you don’t have a voice  Each day she drags me down the town  But not a soul sees my little frown     The checked anthracite pavement is burning  My whole being cries with yearning  The blocks of hard concrete give her a call  I sit tied to the lamppost, not exactly a ball     My only solace is the shade of the trees  As my fur is cooled by the gentle breeze  Soon she returns and I’m again dragged like a log  What can I do? I am only a dog. Poem by Sue Crawford

The poems written on our Tuesday walks for ARC Stockton have been hand-written onto the windows of the former H&M shop in Wellington Square by artist Lizzie Lovejoy - backwards!! Check them out for the next week or so.

A street scene, an older woman with bobbed white hair stands with mouth open. We are behind a shop window, there are words written backwards across the scene.
Our Treasurer is amazed by Lizzie's skill!

A young white woman with fair hair up in a topknot held with a black hairclip, wearing lots of green glittery and grey smokey eye make up. She's holding up a piece of A4 white paper with a poem printed out in large, black, bakcwards letters. The paper covers the lower part of her face. She's outside in a shopping street.
Lizzie printed out the poems backwards, and copied the shapes onto the inside of the windows

A white woman in her fifties with blonde hair cut into a fringe and law-length bob, weaeing oblong red-framed glasses, smiling next to a shop window. We can see a few words of her poem, and her name - Liz Cole
Liz Cole next to her poem 'Windows' - on a window!

Lizzie is writing on the back of the shop window in bright green liquid chalk pen, but we can only see her hand holding the pen; her face is blocked by the paper she's copying from, which she's holding pressed up to the glass. We can read the words "Stockton old and new. The fountains rise up high can they go? Children splish"
It's not as easy as it looks

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