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Charlie’s Lyrics – ‘Wolves’

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As many who frequent the group are aware, our secretary Charlie occasionally writes lyrics. His latest, is entitled ‘Wolves’, please find below.

A young girl in the forest,
she came to town that day
the day when you decided
to take my life away.

The shotgun hung on the door
and the truth lay in my heart
that in this family of hunters
I was the lone wolf.

And the young girl when she came here
you sent her on her way
but she left the gate unlocked
and as you slept, I escaped.

I found the wolves in the trees,
I waited for their howls
but the wolves they embraced me,
and drew me to their folds.

The light shone in the forest,
and it revealed the truth
that I belonged with the wolves
I didn’t belong to you.

And I’m not sorry, father,
that I was left to roam;
I learnt to run with the wolves,
I found forgiveness on my own.

When the lightning struck the church bells,
inside the altar cracked
but the wolves we kept on running
and the people, they attacked.

They saw the young girl in the woods
and brought her in to die,
they left her to the wolves
they didn’t hear her cries.

And when her father came looking
they said she’d passed on by
but the wolves didn’t return
and neither, father, did I. 

And though I grew older,
my heart did not turn black.
I’d let the wolves in my heart,
left the hunters in my past. 

And I’m not sorry, father,
that I was left to roam;
I learnt to run with the wolves,
I found forgiveness on my own.

Copyright @ C. Heathcote

Macclesfield Creative Writing Group

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What We Do

The Macclesfield Creative Writing Group, also known as the Maccwriters, meet weekly, 2 – 4pm on Thursdays at Macclesfield Library on Jordangate, to discuss and produce fiction writing, poetry and other forms of creative writing.

Each session costs £3, the first one is free, the cost includes tea/coffee and biscuits.

Guest speakers also sometimes attend.

Individual members occasionally lead sessions on different themes on a voluntary basis, the emphasis is on having a go, testing your skills in a supportive environment, but also about having fun. Occasionally we have read-arounds where we read pieces we’ve produced, the group give constructive feedback, useful tips etc.

The Group have released two compilations of members’ work, ‘Maccwrites’ and’ Cloudbursts’, and organise evenings where we read our work to the public.

Encyclopaedia Internetica

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Many thanks to Phil for this week’s piece – enjoy.

The 24 tome Encyclopaedia Britannica
was the fountain, the source of all knowledge
to Z for Zygote from A for Aardvark or Anneka
and it got me through graduate college.

Now it sits there neglected and unused in its corner,
the bookcase a home for our trinkets and junk.
It’s been sidelined and now houses much arthropod fauna.
to a haunt for spiders and mites it has sunk.


In a click of the mouse you can google
any artist from Dali to Brueghel
or those scientists like Darwin or Dawkins,
Einstein’s theories or Stephen Hawking’s.
Your search engine in one millisecond
will unearth for you hits which are fecund.
There will be some noise to filter away
right there on your screen amongst this array
(Hits on a town in Northern Australia
in evolutionary terms are a failure).

So “Goodbye” to thumbing through all that was trad.
“Hello!” to the age of lap top and i-pad,
freeing up hours for tweeting your mates.
Now how do you sign up for internet dates?
What a shame I’m too old for internet dates!

© Phil Poyser, Macclesfield

2015 – Let the Year Begin

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Outside the kitchen window
a trespassing cat
behaves nervously.
A dog fox,
large, healthy, and red,
trots past.
Aloof. Athletic.
Hurdler, it clears the garden fence.
I watch it all.
Behind me, the porridge
boils over.

Many thanks to group member Patrick Prinsloo for sending in this in. It’s not quite a haiku but very evocative in the same way nonetheless.

Should-Reads vs Good-Reads

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Hi Everyone – hope you had a great Christmas and are still brimming with good will and jolliness (and not indigestion)

This week Sally emailed me with something literary to mull on –

Hi, I don’t know if this is useful for the blog.

It made me think about who is recommending these books. Some of the sources are the Pulitzer Prize and the New York Times. Would I like the same novels as them ? I don’t know that I would. I think that they are looking at novels from a high art angle, looking for technical excellence. Which doesn’t always result in what I look for, which is a good read.

Before I looked at the list I thought about what source I would use to guide my plebeian tastes. I decided that I would look to the local library lending figures and, happily, they are included in this survey.

My heart sank as I looked at the top 50 and realised how many of those I’d read. I blame A’ Level English Lit for most of them. Hours of my life that I’ll never get back. I admit that I am glad that I read these book. Glad to be aware of these styles of writing and approaches to writing. I can’t get away from that and there was no way to get that knowledge without losing those hours of my life. 

Then I thought about which of these I have no regrets over. Which ones am I very glad to have used up part of my life in reading them. And I saw a theme emerging in terms of novels and authors. (I like using ‘And’ at the start of a sentence. It was forbidden in A’ Level English Lit.) Sometimes, strangely, I valued an author but not, particularly, their novels. I’ll have to ponder on what that’s about.

I’ve recently started writing fiction. This has helped me to see, clearly, who I am as a writer and the arena  I would like to sit in.

These are the novels I happily gave some of my life to (in the order they appear in the list);


Brave New World (although, ‘After Many a Summer’ was the most stunning when I read it)

Fahrenheit 451


The Handmaid’s Tale

The Good Earth

Cold Comfort Farm

The Remains of the Day

Breakfast of Champions

Bridget Jones’s Diary (though more as the newspaper pieces)

Far From the Madding Crowd

Flowers for Algernon

The Lovely Bones

The Poisonwood Bible

Thanks to Sally for that – took me a little time to work out that if you clicked the title it took you to the Amazon page where you could peek inside and sample whether it was something you want to read (Doh!) Have fun. I managed about 14, but sadly way back when. I’m determined to read a spot of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, though doesn’t look like he’s appearing on the shelves in Tesco any time soon. Must pluck up courage and use that Kindle Santa bought me this year.

Like Sally and myself wondered, there may be others you could suggest as more suitable for should-reads, please feel free to comment.

What are you reading at the moment? I’m reading Jo Nesbo’s ‘The Snowman’, a frosty bit of Nordic Noir, and not a hint of Aled Jones in sight.

What are you writing? I’m working on a Hebridean ghost story, loving the research too.

The Maccwriters will be re-convening at the library in the New Year.

Last Night – A Seasonal Slice of Poetry & Storytelling at the King Edward Street Chapel

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It was another great night at the King Edward Street Chapel, really well attended. Also, even more of the Maccwriters were on the floor this year, with an eclectic mix of poems, stories, light and dark.

We started off with compère Sandy, newly back from adventures in Oz, who gave us a story with a dog’s eye view and a poem about a butterfly in winter. Margaret, who always does us proud organising these events and sorting out the finances, had a mix of poems, including every mother’s view of the dreaded school Nativity play. Joy Winkler’s poems about childhood are always acutely and poignantly observed, and touch on memories within us all.

It was, as expected, a wintery mix of subjects – sheep lost in snow drifts (Jean), a lovely piece of prose from Abby about a child born in Winter, Mike’s cautionary parrot tale, Patrick regaled us with a humorous Santa Claus story that managed to explain how he really gets around the world (though is not possibly the cheery soul the Coca Cola adverts would have us believe).  Simon’s sensuous exploration of cake (you had to be there) contrasted nicely with Ernest’s cosmic Christmas piece.

Jackie looked at winter from a different angle and gave us an historical viewpoint from J S Bach.  Howard reminded us about the difficulties of being homeless with some true observations, whilst Rob explored the macabre theory of ‘the weight of the human soul’, and just how curiosity and experimentation can backfire, a subject reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe (I do like a bit of darkness at Christmas!)

There were many other great pieces, which will quite possibly feature in the next Maccwriters’ compilation.

Many thanks to the staff of the chapel for allowing the occasional irreverence and the creative chaos that usually accompanies these events, hopefully someone remembered to do the washing-up!

It’s That Time Again…

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MaccWriters @ Christmas

The Macclesfield Creative Writing Group presents a festive evening

of stories, poems and music

Friday 12th December,

7.30pm onwards

Venue: King Edward Street Chapel, Macclesfield

Tickets £4 including refreshments

01625 871426 or pay on door

Yes, it’s true, the year is speeding faster than Jeremy Clarkson in a Lamborghini towards Christmas, and again, the Maccwriters will be hosting an evening of festive cheer at the lovely King Edward Street Chapel on Friday 12th December, doors open at 7.30pm. This will be an opportunity to hear original works specially written for the occasion to get you in the mood for that time of good cheer and reflection. We look forward to meeting new faces, munching mince pies to music and downing copious amounts of Sandy’s wonderful tea.


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