This poem was written at one of the story gathering session by the whole group, and shows the value of random ideas.
The group were asked to answer a few questions about people who were important to them, then tear up the sentences to put into a hat. We then each drew out a sentence or phrase and that was the order of the poem. Came out really well I think:
My Soul
His nose and his cap
Warm lovely person, smells nice
Partying
Sweet fruity sensual delicate
School skiving drinking
My artist friend short and chirpy
Always up for a laugh
Like I say
She took a positive approach to life
She seemed to be entirely motivated by love
Like an extension to myself
Large Afro-Caribbean lady from Barbados
Silly in the Scilly Isles
Blonde hair
A natural body odour
Go to the bookies
In her nighties, eccentrically dressed
Strings of beads and amber amulets
Head like the Himalayas, snow top lined
Lived in
Like marshmallow softness
Soft and powdery, bejewelled and jangling
They are the love of my life
Supportive like a walking stick for my mind
Very pretty
Think of someone who is special to you
A very engaging character
Never a dull moment
My Mum looks like my Mum
In the face of eternity nothing really matters
Quiet but dangerous
My soul
