This poem emerged from Creative Spirit's recent writing workshop, Writing From Life (part II), led by author and teacher, Dr. Allan Hunter.
Refuge The place I started was
not the outside,
not the pathway,
not the door
It was the perch,
the living,
the refuge,
the heights.
It was the place
to observe the boats,
the sea,
the creases of the waves,
changing each instant
The place not readily entered
from without,
yet where light resides,
music lives,
and colours bloom
Where winds batter
and rains drive.
Tranquillity.
Home.
About Peter Bottéas
Since taking up residence in Marblehead in 2018, Peter has become an enthusiastic supporter of local artistic and creative life, and has participated in various workshops at Creative Spirit. After many years working as a translator, editor, and educator in Montréal, Peter came to the U.S. in 2002 to retrain as a psychotherapist. He has recently returned to his first loves: literary translation and poetry, and Greek poetry set to music. He is multilingual, frequently does public performances of poetry with writer and scholar Vassiliki Rapti in New York and Cambridge, occasionally does voice-over work, and is an avid knitter.
This was a lovely blog post