Tucked up in bed, in a cafe with a coffee, hiding from the rain under a bus shelter – WHATEVER. With the shift in temperature comes a shift in mood so this is a kick up the arse to cuddle your creativity and keep it active over the winter months.

ALL YOU NEED: 

-Timer

-Something to write with

-Something to listen to music on

TASK 1 – 10MIN 

Rules: 

-Set timer

-4 line stanzas

-With each stanza you need to jump to a totally new topic

-Listen to music (I was listening to Lemonade by Beyonce)

-Allow any spelling or gramma errors just focus on creation

 

[Immerse hands into humid sand, sedimentary shift

ensnares finger tips] You catch my wrist, mid Italian flourish.

What was the last thing you promised? The last thing

or person you broke? [I am mountain range;

red clay, yellow winding pathway

and lined with multi-coloured marbles in jars] But

[There is a volcano at the landscapes heart. Heartburn, lava –

a burp you can feel coming but can’t pull up.] I know this path so well

 

[Bricks from ground china and shell, glistening

under 4 half suns] Don’t get me wrong, I never know where this path

 ends up, but [A spool of rope, dropped from a window

in a house I don’t recognize, or know – top open window] Who are you?

[How can our fingertips lock like curls? hands loop hold,

hold, hold, hold. Hold like damp sand to underwear, incisors, back

as the earth and your skin learn to negotiate a new temperature] hold me

like a rope, a fist full of sand, a familiar stranger – the crying child in the chest of a soldier.

 

TASK 2 – 10MIN

-Set timer.

-Change genre of music (I went to Wiley, Godfather)

-Half your number of stanzas but keep them at 4 lines each (so I went from 8 to 4)

-Play with a alternative but consistent use of grammar (as a dyslexic I really like this, making my own rules)

[Immerse hands into humid sand, sedimentary shift

ensnares finger tips] You catch my wrist, mid Italian flourish.

What was the last thing you promised? The last thing

or person you broke? [I am mountain range;

red clay, yellow winding pathway

and lined with multi-coloured marbles in jars] But

[There is a volcano at the landscapes heart. Heartburn, lava –

a burp you can feel coming but can’t pull up.] I know this path so well

 

[Bricks from ground china and shell, glistening

under 4 half suns] Don’t get me wrong, I never know where this path

 ends up, but [A spool of rope, dropped from a window

in a house I don’t recognize, or know – top open window] Who are you?

[How can our fingertips lock like curls? hands loop hold,

hold, hold, hold. Hold like damp sand to underwear, incisors, back

as the earth and your skin learn to negotiate a new temperature] hold me

like a rope, a fist full of sand, a familiar stranger – the crying child in the chest of a soldier.

 

TASK 3 – 10MIN

-Set Timer

-Choose a title

-No Music

-Read it out loud and explore where you are choosing to BREAK the line or stanza (lineation) the space in the poem should be working as hard as the words. What is the idea behind each line break? Try and make the logic behind these consistent.

-Final trim

-If you get stuck, pause the timer and go for a wee and or move (wee brakes help my epiphanies probably more than anything else tbh)

 



Happy Writing,

Debris x