At the last meeting before break, the club did some Exquisite Corpse poetry. Each line was written by a different person, who only saw the line before it. It was a fun and creative way to get everyone involved! We hope everyone has a great Spring Break, and see you on the Wednesday after!
Here are the Exquisite Corpse poems that we wrote
The sparrow lands lightly
Upon the rocky cliff.
The waves crashed and fell.
All the surfers’ bones crunches and comically yell
“Yo dudes, look @ that mermaid’s tail.
It’s wicked cool, so colorful.”
There’s an autumn forest in my mind,
the leaves fall to the ground- the stars shine happily through the trees!
The night of autumn touches me,
Slowly caressing as I fall like leaves.
They’re holding me in their arms.
“Please!” I said. “I mean you no harm.”
The fire burned with unholy rage.
The blazing priestess turns off the torch.
Nothing in the room now but dark and deathless deities.
The shadows draw closer, her life-light flickers out.
But he lights it back.
Smooth as a fox, sly as a rock,
and with the subtlety of a whale,
I am almost done with my tale.
But I still have to kill that one juror
if I want the decision I desire.
Sit around a smoking bonfire,
Together until all the smoke clears from the trees.
Once upon a time, although its cliche,
a princess born in the month of May,
only a barrel of wine to her name, a haystack throne.
She looks and sees, sadly, she’s all alone.
Feeling the cold touch of the air,
my mind fell down the stairs.
Broken, fallen, and scarred,
I crawled on my own two legs,
searching for treasured golden eggs
with my best friend Megan, we call her Megs.
And drink life up, split over like medieval kegs.
Enjoy the good parts, but pour out the dregs.
Witness the man who buys pencils,
HE ONLY WRITES IN CAPITAL LETTERS.
Singing the words to his least favorite song.
da-da da-da, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Singing my happy song.
This all feels very wrong.
I’ve never got it wrong before.
How could I have been so brash.
Now I bear my one regret
like a bouquet of thistles and nettle.
My heart sings of flowers and metal,
a delicate beauty, a weapon lethal.