I have written a few collaborative poems with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, where we each add to lines and pass it back and forth between us, they are great fun. Beckie has started a new one, click on the link to her post:
This is how Beckie began it:
I walked through the home my grandmother once owned,
in the middle of the attic remained a dusty, antiquated trunk.
it contained a painting of her, looking like a queen enthroned,
and other seeming treasures, though some eyes would see only junk.
The painting revealed that she was not fully grown,
because of the oversized top-hat, the essence of futuristic steampunk.
My new bit:
And in the trunk, I saw a strange but old device rather like a phone,
with brass cogs and wheels and silver dials covered in oily gunk.
Beckie’s new bit:
I studied the device with a fine-toothed comb
after, I carefully scrubbed all the components of that oily funk.
Then the gadget started whirring, letting out a plaintive moan,
I pressed a button on it, frantically, then it pulled me far from home.
A wormhole of flashing lights and scenes went by through this cyclone,
my finger pressed on the red button and was dumped at some ancient catacomb.
I saw some figures dressed in togas and realised I was under the hills of Rome,
A centurion shouted at me, but I never had learned Latin, I pressed the button and Zoom.
Boom! Back in the attic alongside the trunk in my grandmother’s home.
An envelope sat atop the Steampunk top hat, lights fluttered against the chrome.
My new bit:
I pulled out the letter from the envelope and in my granny’s hand it read,
“Darling, I know you’ll read this, by the way, I’m from the future” Granny Said.
“I know this might come to you as a shock, but Darling Dearest, I’m not dead.”
“… you’ll require the hat and remote for your journey.” I reread.
I followed granny’s careful instructions, and Gosh, she’d written quite a few,
then donned the hat, pressed the button and whizzed back to the battle of Waterloo.
back to you, Beckie 🙂
Plop! smack dab in the middle of the blood and gore, pressed the button, and bid adieu,
back through the cyclone, time speeding by, landed in Vietnam amongst the tall bamboo.
You’re up, Kristian 😉