A sign to control.
The flag, it hangs,
Limp in the breeze.
Sails on the horizon,
Looking down on a city,
In smog and slumber,
A view blinded,
By beams of sunrise,
Yes, I know that most people do ‘Wordless Wednesday’ but you know I like to be different! So what was all that about then? Read on…
Over the weekend, a spoken word / poetry even was broadcast on the BBC, live from my home city (of culture), Hull. Now, I’m usually a huge fan of spoken word and slam poetry in particular, especially enjoying the talents of Scroobius Pip and Kate Tempest.
However, I’m sorry to say I didn’t think much to the performances at this event…and neither did my mum! She was unimpressed by the lack of a smile from the presenter for one and also the distinct lack of rhyme.
After explaining (unconvincingly) that poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, we chatted about the art of spoken word and that anything can be read in the style of slam poetry. Even a box of cornflake ingredients. Or the contents of your bin. In fact, it’s a challenge within that delightfully disgusting and ‘un-PC’ game, Cards Against Humanity – pick 5 cards and read whatever they say in slam poetry fashion. It honestly works.
So, spurred on by yesterday’s conversation, on my journey to work this morning I decided to create my own poem, purely based on naming / describing things I passed. The above is the train wreck result!
Is it poetry? You tell me…although I do have at least one rhyme in there to win my mum over and ending on the same word must gain points, surely? 😉 Why not have a go yourself and post your creations in the comments?!
IMAGE CREDITS: pridenews.ca and twitter.com