This was written during a workshop using (I think) Jack Myer’s portable workshop where you go through and write 20 lines with direction using different techniques and instructions eg: use a phrase in a foreign language, use a piece of colloquial language etc etc, I have cut this poem from that and edited it slightly to hopefully create a cohesive narrative and characters here it is:


The room is a strawberry hull

No the room is not,

it’s a raspberry torus hole

His breath red on her neck whispering

‘’Don’t cry so hard you’ll shame the clouds’’

The steady beat of the clamouring hearts of hope

the sound of his easy sleeping taunted her ,

her touch on his ribs always jarred him awake

The pillow leapt up and smothered her

She woke and told him:

‘’I can’t drive I have nightmares of holding the gearstick and crashing’’

He said ‘’reach out and feel unless you fear exploding’’

The bed’s duvet rolled back like a furred tongue and howled

Their mouths were all fruits



The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in NAPOWRIMO Anna, Poetry Scrawls, Ramblings

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The Stirred team at Reclaim the Night Manchester 2015
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