A place we love
A Place We Love
I attended an event with the Royal College of Nursing, I think in 2016.
The RCN had invited a writer and poet along to encourage us to think and write creatively. We completed an exercise. This exercise becoming a powerful message of how to write a narrative.
What is the name of this place? My garden; my home.
If this place was a number what would it be? Three
A colour? Green, the colour of grass.
A type of weather? A summer’s day.
A precious stone? Diamond, myriads of nymphs glistening on the water
A precious metal? Gold
A shape? Fluid
A body organ? A heart
What does this place sound like? Birdsong
If it was a bird what would it be? A song thrush
What does it smell like? The facial oil I use every morning. Warm and soothing. It prepares me for the day ahead.
How does it make you feel? Relaxed
If it was a job what would it be? One that drives industry. Feeds the people. Builds communities. Creates homes.
A piece of clothing, what would it be? A warm coat. One fit to keep us warm during the winter months.
An animal what would it be? A donkey. Hard working.
If it was a piece of music what would it be? Beloved by Sweet Harmony. It warns us to protect the planet. To look after our environment.
If it was a tool, what would it be? A spanner joins things together.
If it was food what would it be? Potatoes.
If it was a mode of transport what would it be? A barge. Horses.
If you were to sit at this place and daydream, what would you daydream? That we could bring about change for the betterment of society. For all humankind.
If it was an argument, what would it be arguing about? Apathy: inaction.
What would it say about itself? I am beautiful. I am regal and without me life could not exist.
If it was a woman what would it say? I am strong and powerful. Without me you have nothing. And yet you grow tired of me; intolerant. Something else has taken my place. You have abused me for your own wealth and sense of importance.
If a man what would it say. I’m sorry. – Ha! A pipe dream I know.
