Yesterday I ran a workshop which pulled on some surreal techniques and some experimental/concrete poetry type techniques. I did my usual warm up of free writing from a line and using extra words which in this case were: briars, spellbound, half-boiled, treading. As usual comments and advice on drafting welcomed here.
Free writing from a first line from Elizabeth Bishop’s Late Air
‘’Five remote red lights keep their nests here’’
Like the brake lights of cars they are small and wink on and off on some undefined schedule the nest is really a valley and the lights when you blink through the rain smeared window, find you were spellbound, and sodium orange street lamps rise into view treading on fancy and scattering your half-boiled misseeings. The fantasy briars run large and wide, bordering reality on all sides dangerous in its thorny beauty. I would not prune it for fear of losing the roses.