After lunch we were lead in a writing workshop at a fascinating building Jacob's Well.
We were all inspired by the words originating from our experience in the Museum.
Here is my poem
A riot of autumn colours flickered
just to the right of her eye line.
A strand of an idea had become
self-patterned in her mind.
A diamond infill hanging
there in precise splashes.
Zigzag or straight seamed,
look for the missing piece.
It may not be quick
but one day it will make sense.