Saturday, November 01, 2008

#1: Tiny

It had been a very pleasant evening of creatively-tasked partying people, in Stoke-on-Trent and Preston, all linked-up by Skype. Someone, somewhere between Jeremy Paxman and Alan Partridge, got a little carried away. (Blushes). My own creative task had been to write a haiku poem that referred to the evening. Thus:

Cleavage from Preston
To tiny garden people
:
Gallery open!


Mentioning to the party's host that I'd once begun a romantic relationship through haiku, but that that was in the past, the host insisted 'You should get back to it - do more'. Not really wanting to ask why, I mumbled something about thinking about it. And so:

I'll be making a greater than average - though hugely concise - number of imperfect posts through the month of November.

Unlike the central 17 syllables above, for the rest of the month, there'll be no explanations.

3 comments:

OldHorsetailSnake said...

"No explanations"
has a way of becoming
Unseemly, he claims.

Shane said...

Mr PaleFakeSnail
You exceed my highest hopes
Oregon delight.

PI said...

No can do.