We rose early and made paper aeroplanes from pages of last week's paper; we threw them from the highest point of tattered Teville Gate, and watched them drift over the empty, old Norfolk Hotel; further south towards the Town Hall tower; and west towards the Creative Quarter.
We made banners from the sports pages and waved them high as we marched for Fair Trade and against Tetra masts.
We wrapped morning-caught fish in the small ads, ate our local catch with chips for lunch. Later we made an armada of paper boats and launched them from the landing stage of the Art Deco pier; watched them drift in the lazy late afternoon sun, west to Littlehampton and out to the distant, just-visible Isle of Wight.
And as the sun set we stood on Highdown hill and lit the fire under a hot air balloon (a two foot wide ball of twisted withy sticks and pages from the business section and glue) and watched it float high over Worthing before it was lost in the fading light and caught by its own flames.
To celebrate National Poetry Day, we bring you a new poem by Dan Thompson. It will get a performance premier at Roundabout - Just The Words which takes place at The Acacia, Warwick Gardens, Worthing this evening from 8 - 10pm. Admission is free. |
Nice to read a bit of verse
That doesn't package Worthing
As a hearse
Where there's life, there's hope
They say
And creative life won't go away
Whether it's a whisper or a scream
It needs elbow room
And the right to dream
So rock on, creative quarter
You aren't half needed.