swans

one swan swam on a mere.
we saw one more.

This is perhaps my favourite product from a recent experiment. The challenge involved writing only with letters which had no “heads” or “tails” – i.e. I didn’t use any letters which extend above or below the line. It turns out that this is fully half of the alphabet, and a good deal of punctuation on the side. The constraints of working only with the letters w, e, r, u, o, a, s, z, x, c, v, n and m are quite frustrating, but yield interesting results! The result is “flat poetry”, poetry with both hands tied behind its back, where each line is unerringly neat as a ruler.

If you give it a go, please comment below!

I also wrote a few longer-form story poems in this format, which I’ve shared in three separate posts on my Patreon page. If you’re interested, you can start reading here.

UPDATE: this type of writing is called a lipogram, specifically the omission of a letter or letters from the writer’s bag of tools. I don’t know if anyone has done flat poems before. Other lipograms may, for example, avoid using all vowels except the letter “a”.

To the Aquarium and Back (or Ten Memories of Durban)

The promenade took
twenty minutes to tramp along.
It took me.

Sand in corners,
beggars and gigglers, such different speeds
of life and a day.

At the end
I lay along as sharks swam longer
than me end-to-end.

In the sun
the curving turquoise noise of kids
ran dense.

Then I walked
past jolly gelatinous girls barely held
in loose black bikinis.

Thanked a pen
from a waitress walking on sand,
and a cider.

I sat alone
drank the insta-golden sea-scene,
and couldn’t shake the sharks.

I ate fish,
full from a drop of the ocean
which is too much.

Then I tired
of flip-flops which wore my feet
to blisters.

And I slipped
past hotel facades with old red years,
back to the quiet.