below - you can listen to one of the many creations that resulted - read by a mystery reader
UPDATE:
And now the words:
Forest Tryst
Underfoot the forest floor was dry
And snapped and crackled as I made my way
In the dead of night
To the tall trees where they waited.
I heard them hold their breath, I hesitated
But knew it was best, I turned off the flashlight
And they stepped out, took my hand
Found my lips, found my kiss,
A memory of who we used to be
Was it really just a dream?
A dream of wilderness and stubble,
A smear of wild berry lipstick.
The forest opened to a clearing.
No branches stopped my way as I emerged.
16 comments:
Oh it's a classic! And I still maintain it wasn't my fault it went all pervvy...
twas an innocent walk in the woods till you got your hands on it!
Well,if i hadn't been left with the word 'flashlight' then maybe I'd have done beter... (perhaps...)
I loved it till the background laughter drowned the words out for me. I'd love to hear more of it.
Oub, I was dropping the flashlight in order to hug the TREES, nothing else, just the trees!
Elisabeth - We just morphed into a bunch of giggling schoolchildren for some reason I'll try and get the words up for you. :)
Who's giggling? And the downright laughter, for that matter?
I want names. I suspect I have two, but I want the rest.
Another good start to a day, thanks.
Happy to be of help Titus
though sadly I cannot divulge any further names... than the two you perhaps have already slanderously thought of!
The guffawing definately isn't from a major awarding winning acclaimed dublin poet...
you mean the big spikes around 37 secs? surely not
Still makes me smile! A moment in group poetry history, and we all know who owns the evil laugh!
Now Updated with full words written out below - especially for Elisabeth!
And yes Louise - tis true that the best evil laughs always come from evil genius(es)
Wonderful Niamh. Thanks. Now I understand the laughter.
It was really pretty hilarious - each of us wrote two lines of it in turn, and didn't hear the full product till it got back to the originator...
Well read, and fair play to the supportive audience.
Yes, we try to be sensitive like that.
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