Grubby faced player,
toy car takes tree root race track,
ancient magpie gaze.
A stolen swoop of fortune
and changed race track game now played.
Rules lost in the clouds,
the wheels or magpie screeches,
into golden rays.
First stanza: Heidi Chappelow
Second stanza: Jesse Oliver
Third stanza: Maggy Liu
I’m at a young writers festival and attended a poetry workshop where one exercise was to churn out a collaborative poem inspired by an object (pictured above) with the structure of 5-7-5/7-7/5-7-5.
We had approximately 5 minutes each and I loved how this one turned out, so I thought I’d share it with you guys.
