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Stealth

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When I was a kid, I remember playing this game where a sheet of paper was folded  over twice, giving the page three sections.

Each kid would sketch a part of the anatomy of a monster or such like onto the section of the page which they only could see.


When the third bit of the drawing was done, the paper was unfolded to see what strange beast had evolved from the three sections.


To ensure that the drawing lines connected between sections the end lines at the bottom of each section would be indicated on the next section to ensure continuity.

 

 So I thought, why not do the same with a poem…

Each month two poets combine to do a joint poem of which they are given half and they write the other half, intertwining their lines to create a new poem.


Please email your soundfiles to stevegarside@hotmail.com, and I'll record the works together and post right here on Write Out Loud


Here are the words to the first poem:

 

Stealth


As silent as a mobile, set to mute,

this is the place where sullied words collapse.


While brush strokes rise to dispute

a saxophone plays her lips to perhaps.


As ice sheets yield in the stark dead of night,

like sleet rain on cold ground, you're not around.


Flickers repetitively a heart to ignite

your hair afire with sparks of liquid profound.


The arc of sunrise; the gathering day,

the quickening thrum of fidgeted delay,


Your movements towards infinite grace -

satellites crackle in the depths of space.


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