So, I had totally abandoned the #heypoets poetry six week course…but I totally plan to finish it, just at my own pace. The class I watched today was particularly engaging. I learnt to rely on my unreliability. To learn to go back on my word in my poetry (as I often do in life). Having watched the video, I came up with the perfect topic (so I guess this poem is for my ex). The assignment was...
Wind whistling, weaving
slipping away unseen
That’s all I can think of really
Wrapping my opal shawl around
braving the biting breeze
Piercing – sighing screaming
Come in from the cold
The first line of a poem is always the hardest for me. It’s the line most in danger of sounding corny, awkward, stilted, flamboyant or simply wrong. So assuming I’m not the only one who often hates the first line of their poem, I have a couple ideas of how to switch your poem up and make your first line strong. Note these suggestions are most effective if you are not working with a strict poetic...
‘No roses on my grave,’ she said,
‘No lilies, no orchids, when I’m dead.’
So I bought a cactus – dark green, no true leaves, spikes –
I hear it’s hot in hell.