Stirred: December

Stirred December was rip roaring, with guests Sarah Miller, Adrian Slatcher and Mid Shelley all pitch perfect. Open micers:  Charmain Leung, Jennie Bailey and Sarah Pepin of Tongue in Cheek Manchester, Rosie Garland, Karen Little, Ben Williams and Jeremy Sallon.

To make the task I detracted words out of the first verse of Snow by Louis MacNeice:

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

Fill in the gaps:

The ……… was ……………    ……. and the …………….    …….. …… …..was

……………….    ……..   and ………..    ……..   ……….  ……..

Sound……………….    ……………….. and ……………………..

…………. is …………….    ………. we ……….. ………. 

Karen Little, spoon winner:

The taste was open minded and the temptation to slay him was

unbearable pills and taste of sleep beyond

sound dispelled treacly and slow

foreplay is trying but we dissolved

becanna 3

Sarah Pepin plastic tea set winner:

The eye was misled and the skirt fell off. It was

inevitable and we rolled the dice.

Sound waves splashed over us and left us alone.

Silence is easy but we flourish like tulips.

becanna 2

Jeremy Sallon:

The day was December 3rd and the approximate time of arrival was

eightish. Anna and Rebecca were most forgiving.

Sound as a pound! Sandbar and Stirred

Poetry is ungrammatical but we didn’t care.

 

Rosie Garland:

The day was too fast and the very thought of night was

terrifying them and made their hair crawl

sound curled air and comforted

better is it that we cannot hear.

 

Anon: (most beautifully punctuated)

The rain was icicles, razored and the woman who came in was

water. Cleaned and clear: nothing could hurt.

Sound splintered, sharp and high-pitched.

She is scream; unwelcomed we ignore her.

 

Dominic Berry:

The pig was purple. Poetry and the perfect prose prizes were

politely punished and plush, plump, pleasant people

sounded pretty, peculiar and potentially petrifying!

Parsley is pants. Please we pitch pentegrams privately,

passionately, penultimately (perversely) pleasingly portly.

Praise pineapples!

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

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3 comments on “Stirred: December
  1. Jennie B says:

    Anon was me! (I’m a stickler for punctuation…)

    Thank you for a beautiful night :) I really enjoyed it & am looking forward to January’s already. Love xx

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