Sonnet for Damian Gorman
“It’s bonkers” wrote the poet, ‘but yes, I’ll come”
He packed his bag and caught the first of many planes
His eyes were sore, his bum was numb
He yawned and asked our students for their names.
“Don’t be afraid” he urged each Lil and Anahit
Your stories should be shouted from the hills
And whispered where the country’s leaders meet
For Poets no longer work with parchment and with quills
Give your heart voice through poems typed on phones
Or scrawled on paper –reams and reams
Write of love and joy, your fears and moans
Armenia needs your passion, thoughts and dreams.
Use your great words to make the world anew!
So saying, home the poet flew.
Haiku for Garik
‘Poet’ is not a budget line
said our accountant.
Well, it is now.
Limerick for an Irish man living in Wales
There was an old Bard from West Wales
Who came to our camp to hear tales
Our students they wrote
Poems worthy of note
Now Armenia’s young talent he hails.
Ode to our Campers
There was a time when lights went
out at twelve.
When students safe tucked
inside their room
Wrote of love and friends and self
Of lives from womb to tomb.
We must do it all again…
On mornings bright or gray
Our campers ran and stretched and more
Ate breakfast–a good start to every day
Sang songs, made art, shared lore.
We miss those days–we really do…
Late our students danced
Or beauty wrought in clay
Told stories that entranced
Spoke English every day
May next year’s camp come soon…
The Last Word
They’ve moved from reciting to writing
The words they now choose are their own
With pens in their hands they are fighting
For an Armenia they’re proud to call home.
Damian Gorman was Poet-In-Residence at the Hanna Huntley Memorial Fund Creative English camp attended by 60 Armenian High School Students in Hankavan, Armenia. If you would like Damian to conduct a writing workshop anywhere in the world, contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org . You’ll see great results and the participants will love it.