I figured I may as well use this for something other than essay draughts once in a while.
Basically, we were given poems and told to cut them up and make a new one out of them. The glue and scissors was a bit primary school but a nice change of pace from alot of uni stuff. I actually enjoyed it, despite not being too nonplussed (what seems to be my word of the day, btw) about poetry in general.
The poem I had was Carol Ann Duffy's Valantine (here: http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Carol_Ann_Duffy/9274) and I managed to take this love poem (albeit unconventional) and turn it into something sinister and sexual, which I'm quite proud of.
(Note: ALL words here are from the poem itself, even connectives. That was the rule. So if you ran out of ands/ifs/whens then that's it, you had to do without them. I did allow myself punctuation though.)
'Not an Onion'
Not a red rose onion.
It is a heart wrapped in brown paper.
Not a cure card or kissogram.
It promises the love of undressing.
It will blind you Here with your knife.
Take Its platinum moonlight like a lover,
Its feirce kiss will stay on your lips,
Its scent will cling to your fingers.
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