Behold the result of the 'group poem experiment' that those who were at the last Lit event participated in. I have taken the lines that you all wrote, cut them up and cobbled them together. Feel free to rework it, make your own version and post it on the facebook page! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lit/181312785326264?ref=hl
In This Room
In the silence
As we listen enraptured
I want so
To give up the world
To lay away from this place
Soulless light reflects on a patterned
shirt
In Russia poets were sent to
Siberia
Not an imaginary place
The British have a plane in
Dartmouth Square
There are people
Scavengers in some ways
The final fat from the lion sheds
slowly
A tiger kills a man - we call it
ferocity
I surrender my dreams
Up stairs the bar swooning
A man kills a tiger - we call it sport
And home we are content, the room
full
I want ownership of certain words
I’ll never sell my soul
Rhythm not yet done
I hope – the sound
The footprints
Would be proud
