Below is an erasure poem that emerged in a writing workshop led by Kirsten Luckins earlier in the week:
Walnut front, indubitably.
Silver back, haunting.
Where are eighteen bath towels, decades later?
I love erasure poems. A great way to come up with some surreal nonsense. Nothing to do with Andy Bell. They are basically collections of words and phrases you like, extracted from a page of other people’s writing. A sort of robbery come cut-and-shut job really. Often presented as pages of text with lots of black marker across it. Have a look on google images.
Today’s small stone:
We all live two lives side by side. One life to share and one to hide.
Kirsten (of the workshop) has a blog: http://kirstenluckins.wordpress.com
In other news, I have entered a flash fiction (250 word story) for the Bridport prize. Might as well start audaciously, after all. I might add a poem tomorrow.