Here is the collaborative, collective poem that we wrote as part of the Word Shed’s visit to the Rochester LitFest Garden Party.
The watcher of the night awoke,
He opened one great eye and spoke,
Finally, this is me,
The princess in her ivory tower
Tainted by her life.
Maximillian Mouse, her only friend and confidante
Felt furry furry furry
Furry, furry furious furry
Feet of rodents.
He croaked again:
She’s ignoring me
Her mind had wandered out to sea.
He croaked again, while she was on the waves.
I’m so hot, I can’t think
GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Rodents don’t shed a tear.
Nothing feels worse maybe even better than this,
Even when staring down the abyss.
Time is precious, so use it well.
Melting, smelting, steaming,
Heat raged from the factory beyond.
Shouting, screaming, yelling, heard from the factory beyond.
She kissed the frog, and in despair, it croaked
And left her standing there.
She laughed and thought,
Everything is happening perfectly.
I’m so hot
Save me from this wretched place.
I’m stretched out like a tabby cat in the sun.
And she dreamed her dream to sail far.
Long may the maiden voyage float.
The sun came out and we temporarily transformed the smoking lean-to at the Good Intent into the Word Shed for the afternoon of 14 July 2013.
Writing activities to try out included:
* contributing a line to Rochester’s longest communal poem (probably)
* Cut-n-paste poetry
* Roll the dice poetry or prose.
A great afternoon was had by all and we will post some of the poems – including probably Rochester’s longest – in due course.