Ola. Here be some cut up poems from yesterday’s extravaganza organised by Sarah L. Dixon. My poem in a cup was Clare Shaw‘s poem How to demolish a house. This is weirdly appropriate for me as I have a billion poems beginning with How to….fly, how to…crash….the instruction poem, best advice you’ll ever get.
Lately I’ve decided I like my poems in smaller sizes. I write long, then I cut till it’s small. So to reflect that I made three small boxes of poems out of Shaw’s longer piece. Actually I made four, but the fourth was made of what was left over so. I quite like this one:
Another workshop exercise was to write a five by five poem, five lines five syllables. Mine was somewhat inspired by having just listened to Rosie Garland reading from Everything Must Go*. Lines from A Donor’s Card:
‘…Open me up.
Reveal my inner workings, the plot twist no one was expecting.
Let the harvesting commence.’
Here’s my poem, 5X5:
Crack open the street.
Intestine pipes crawl
with water and slime.
They shout of our veins.
They sing of our doubts.
*(NOOOOO, I just in pulling Everything Must Go from the bookshelf knocked off a plastic cup full of pencils and rubber bands, that is really annoying. When I tried to shove everything back in I dropped it again, it’s staying there now).
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