Hello from the Beyond the Borders Storytelling Festival in Wales! *wave* Here's a pome created (in advance) from the first lines of a variety of posts over the last year. Obviously I'm uber proud of us all and the effort we've put in. Viva la blog!
Bee Dee Gee Pee
"Good it’s difficult morning.
Can I put some music on?"
some
words.
The hunt began
in an overcast (Monday morning) gloom
that promised
rain to come.
I’m that man you know that always pushes it too far.
My father was a music hall
comedian. I didn’t grow up
in Blackpool. Nightsoil men
worked through the night
It’s less than a memory;
more like an impression
I adore a good, scary (hundreds of headstones)
horror (in various types of stone)
story (surround me)
This week /I’m leaving you. I’m sorry/ I’m cheating
At the shore of the loch was a -
Who am I?
You arrive at a party.
- tumbling stream
I often get into discus’Scuse us matesions on controversial
subjects
un
in
tent
ion
ally
I couldn’t write this post
last night,
nor could I write it
this morning.