What happens when we stop texting, emailing and instant messaging and pick up a pen and paper? Led by poet Miriam Nash, the Snail Mail workshop explores letter writing as a form of creative writing, opening new and unexpected doors to creativity.
Saturday 28 November 11am – 1pm
Foyles bookshop, 113-119 Charing Cross Road, London, WC2H 0EB
Price: £10/£6
Elegy for a Postman
Who rowed out between islands one evening
Before Christmas, with a white mist censing
The clunk of the boat, the guttural oars
And noise of children playing round the shores.
Silent, lumpy as a berg, the mailbag
Lay at his feet. Under the swatching fog
Perhaps he is content to drift a while:
Those scattered homesteads won’t expect his call.
He seals quietly on the lough. The lamps
Are desultory markers as he gazes.
A child’s called in. The opened door blazes
On to the water. His old head nods. He dozes.
At one in the morning the lough was black.
Fathers awoke to far shouts, the crack
Of an oar on ice and calling of their names
By a late postman, locked out from all their homes.
His voice wailed out the roll-call of his beat.
The water would not open to his knock.
They reached him the next day by ten o’clock
Clad in hard frost, the bag stiff at his feet.
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