‘Is this a dream or a lie?
The hippogriff canters on the grassy downs.
I see its soft feathers.
I avoid its cold, dark eyes’
Isaac invented his poem from using our Randomiser (pictured), then chopping up his ideas to edit into a poem. We had long discussions about line-breaks. Here’s the whole thing:
This one is by Loreta, with its origins in tsunami and sudden violence: