Last month my girlfriend came to visit, she presented me with a box of magnetic poetry words with the request that we make a poem together and stick it to the fridge in my kitchen.
I made one and so did she. Her’s is on the left, mine on the right. Every word was chosen at random.
Here they are.
Poetry is fiction
Dream, question, escape,
Empty voice, story over.
Imagine our magic mystery
Romance between souls
Against another, through language.
We’re hoping to write one each week.