This afternoon, the Hallmark Editorial Team had some Friday fun with a Poem Generator. Our sonnets ranged from surreal to philosophical (who knew that an ode to a spatula could be so deeply profound?).
Here are a few of our favourite experiments…
‘Cacti’ by Hannah Woodcock
On the Dawson Lane
a large, purple cacti kites
because of the drum.
‘Sea’ by Victoria Raw
I will consider my lake.
For my lake is tranquil because it wants to hike.
Does the lake make you shiver?
You can hike, you can flow, but can you lay?
Like a blue, the marina likes to slip.
Pause to slip, like the marina does.
‘The Shiny and Precious Spatula’ by Joss Vamplew
Whose spatula is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.
The spatula is shiny, precious and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.
‘Ode to the Poems’ by Fiona Mullins
Let me compare you to a bright crowbar?
You are more great, splendid and funny.
Peak storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the dodgy blini.