We give up our single beds.
Somewhere in the house,
somebody
is testing your earlobe
with her teeth.
Somebody sweats.
Remember
that accordion
in the upstairs back bathroom.
How it eyed us both
from the bidet.
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Sunday, 12 October 2014
A LOVE NEST
Labels:
accordion,
bathroom,
erotic,
love poem,
love poetry,
poem,
poetry,
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Vicky Morris,
workshop
Friday, 25 April 2014
THE EXERCISE POEM
For IC
Imagine a place from your childhood;
write down three things you can see,
three things you can smell,
three things you can hear.
Imagine a pair of hands;
what are they touching?
Write down three things they taste of.
Imagine you are an object from your mother's childhood.
Imagine you are a suitcase.
Write down three things you feel right now.
Write down three things you will feel later.
Go back and delete any word that rhymes.
Go back and delete any word containing an f.
Now interview everything you've just written.
Render the responses phonetically.
Do not stop writing until I say
Imagine a place from your childhood;
write down three things you can see,
three things you can smell,
three things you can hear.
Imagine a pair of hands;
what are they touching?
Write down three things they taste of.
Imagine you are an object from your mother's childhood.
Imagine you are a suitcase.
Write down three things you feel right now.
Write down three things you will feel later.
Go back and delete any word that rhymes.
Go back and delete any word containing an f.
Now interview everything you've just written.
Render the responses phonetically.
Do not stop writing until I say
Labels:
exercises,
Imogen Cassels,
instructions,
poem,
poetry,
workshop,
writing
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