Here is the group poem, each line written by a participant at the Hollyfort Session on 9th July 2016:
Grief is a coin whose other side is love
grasping, writhing in desperation
time forgetting
I falsely hold it every time I see her face
charging colours in the water with reflections of life above it.
I smell the pungent rush of your fragrance
it moves from me, still blooms in my mind
let it go when it wishes to be released
to hold it in your memory
to risk it slipping through your fingers.
It might be better not to take but to appreciate
private and oh so quiet.
