A little while ago I entered a poem into the Carousel Creates Writing competition and was lucky to end up winning an amazing prize of a weekend writers retreat at the wonderful Carousel Creates Writers Centre in County Dublin on 23-24 November 2013. The centre is located beneath the atmospheric Hellfire Club and surrounded by rolling hills and forests including those of Killakee and the famous Massey Estate, the landscapes are absolutely beautiful and the view through the front window of the Carousel Creates Writers Centre encapsulates a very high vista of Dublin Bay and some of the coastline. During the weekend the lovely Carolann Copland (writer and the centre’s director) delivered an excellent workshop on WRITING LOCATION as well as exceptional hospitality throughout and Bernadette Kearns delivered an eye opening workshop on WRITING CHARACHTER to the guest writers staying there, all of whom are new found friends. All together the weekend was a fabulous experience and I enjoyed every moment of it and will definitely return many times to this most inspirational place. If you are a local writer or a writer thinking of visiting Ireland in the future then you should definitely put a spell at Carousel Creates on your itinerary!
Please check out the site http://www.carousel-creates.com/
The poem below was inspired by my stay at the centre and view through the window overlooking magical landscapes.
CAROUSEL WINDOW – Michael J. Whelan
THROUGH THE CAROUSEL WINDOW
After a weekend retreat
at the Carousel Creates Writers Centre
Soon – it will be the moontime
and O how the stars they will come out
but for now I am content
for through the carousel window
I watch the world as it moves about.
On this late November evening
Lambay’s crooked silhouette
climbs out over my thin horizon,
lifts the heaviest whitest sky
once more above Dublin bay.
Then there’s the little songs and silent tunes
of small birds perched on power lines,
like notes on new sheet music
they form and spin and change the shape
of poems inside my mind.
Seeking freedom through meniscus glass
(the membrane of my skull)
they push and pull and slosh around
where tall ships come and go,
like tides against their hulls.
Through this lens I witness worlds
of dancing trees and autumn leaves,
hills running to the sea,
and capture words and write the poems
the carousel creates for me.
Michael J. Whelan
Inspired and started during a writers weekend
at Carousel Creates Writers Centre,
23-24 Nov 2013