Monday, December 14, 2009

Who wants to play magnetic poetry?!...

This is for my friend Crabbs who celebrated a big birthday in Africa this weekend. 
It's inspired by recent reminiscence over a weekend gone bush with the gang in northern KwaZulu Natal years ago. Specifically, a night of magnetic poetry around the campfire (it took some convincing I might add) that produced some surprisingly impressive works.
Luckily (!) our efforts were recorded for posterity and are treasured in the Rubyfire vault... 
Magnetic poetry doesn't just have to be a drinking game. 
Think of it as throwing an aerosol into the bonfire of your imagination and fanning the flames of your creativity. Whooshka!
The rules go like this:
1. Pick a handful of words out of the magnetic word bag.
2. Create a poem out of them.
3. Don't worry if it doesn't make sense. That's what poetic license is for.
In defence of our Sobhengu anthology - which, should it ever see the light of day, might be displayed in the 'bawdy and purile with flashes of self-proclaimed brilliance' section of the poetry aisle - it's more difficult than you think. So today's effort is certainly no Pulitzer Prize contender...but at least it's clean.


coelho said...

like how you are now including more pics in your posts- hope you are well-x

Sam said...

I love these magnetic words and always have. Sadly, the modern era must-have stainless steel fridge has killed the fun and the sheer surprise of waking up the morning after the night before, only to discover what sheer little piece of literary brilliance your friends have left on the fridge after a little too much punch ;) x