The theme is “Thanksgiving,” the idea being that the poems created here will be read aloud by their authors at their holiday dinners. Throughout the five-hour workshop, Lusk offers prompts to generate ideas and praise to keep us writing. Her memoir High Tea at a Low Table: Stories from an Irish Childhood was also published this year (see facing page). His wife, Angela Patten, is a Wind Ridge author, too. The small local press has published Kin, Lusk’s most recent collection of poems. Leading the workshop is poet Daniel Lusk, 75, senior lecturer emeritus of English at the University of Vermont and one of the authors on Wind Ridge’s roster.
We sit around a large table in the Writers’ Barn, a cozy space made cozier by hot tea, homemade soup and the presence of a weeks-old puppy that alternately scampers and snoozes. Six of the seven other people attending the “You Be the Keats” poetry workshop at Wind Ridge Books of Vermont in Shelburne have also begun writing poems, most with more success than I’ve had. The rhythm appeals to me, but I’m not sure I have a whole poem in me. I’ve titled it “Dawson City, 1899,” because, for some reason, I’ve lately been interested in the history of the Klondike gold rush.
“Flour sack half-empty, and the cask is nearly dry.” That’s the first line of the first poem I’ve written since 10th-grade English class.
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