- The wind in a cyclone
- Deep black space
- An unending holiday
- A plane in a clear blue sky
Then using those things as a frame, write a poem. Mine came out quite interestingly, see for yourself!
Wind is a lovely word
Draw it out – wiiiiiinnnnd
Say it softly, breathe the word, wind
The wind will never stay.
Item One: when standing somewhere windy,
Remember, the wind is not confined
By your standing in it
Or by your arms outstretched
Willing to fly.
For the wind or other things,
Stand outside on a flat piece of grass
And see how black the sky is.
(It must be night for this to work.)
Count each black space
In between the glowing pinpricks.
Tell me there is not more
Than the grass beneath your feet.
Then listen. Is that the wind back again?
Aha. I told you it would never stay.
Ok. Now you have both,
Wind and black sky.
Now imagine time has stopped,
Frozen. (Just like you, it’s cold out here.)
Ok, hold your breath.
How many seconds have passed?
Wait no! Don’t actually hold your breath!
HOW LONG HAVE YOU NOT BEEN BREATHING!?
That’s right, a nice big gasping breath.
(Sorry about that, I had no idea you’d take this so literally!)
Anyway… How many seconds have passed?
I’d say, as an estimated guess,
By the length of the wind,
And the size of the stars,
About 10,000 years.
Probably. Maybe not.
But it could have been.
Just then when you stopped breathing
The world stopped turning.
(You didn’t even notice, did you?)
But it did.
And the sky is now mottled pink.
Have you ever seen sunrise come so quick?
Each sunrise lasts forever and…
Oh wait, no, it’s over now.
Yep that’s it. Done.
Stop for a minute and remember everything we’ve done in this poem,
Which was your favourite part?
Now look up at the sky,
Where did that happen?
It’s baby blue,
Clean and washed new,
Oops that was a rhyme.
A plane is making a perfect white ark straight over the sky.
You know it would be nice to stay here forever,
In fact if you want to you can,
I won’t end the poem until you’re done, ok?
Oh wait, you’ve gone. Ok.