Here are the poems from the on the spot writing task the night of Stirred: (undiscovered). The task was to reach far into the recesses of Anna Percy’s fake fur bag and pull an item from it. With your eyes closed feel the object, you may smell it if you wish. Then put it back into the bag, write.
Winner of the spoon:
Hidden in full display
Hiding in cabinets faced with glass
No-one dreams of the day
They were filled with wine
Red with the blood of the working class
And the vampires drank and laughed and sang
Warmed by the fire of the fury of the poor
Drinking the pain of hours in the vineyard
And never thinking they couldn’t ask for more.
Regardless of fact, this history is true
I think I’ll stick to drinking out of jam jars,
If that’s alright with you.
by newcomer, Rohan Beck.
Winner of the paint set:
This small cylindrical object
sits squarely in my palm
ridged lid longs to open,
spill its secrets
like autumn leaves.
by one of our guests, Jess Bradley.
Also a haiku response from Mohammed Ghalayini:
Thanks so much for participating. The next Stirred is on Monday 29th September, Theme: Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton.