Writing poetry for The Little Museum of Ludlow
I had a fantastic time with the Little Museum of Ludlow on Saturday morning. It’s part of Ludlow Fringe, and an inspired idea to create a temporary, serendipitous museum of local objects brought in and lent for the duration by local people who’ve chosen to opt in. I’m going along when I can over the next couple of weeks to make poems with some of … Continue reading Writing poetry for The Little Museum of Ludlow
‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’
‘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 … Continue reading ‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’
