While teaching this current module on the University of Hull at Scarborough creative writing programme, I am constantly struck by the parallels between writing a short story and a poem.
Is this a short story?
The Incredibly Sophisticated, Utterly Grown-Up Helen Walters
Leeds: leggings, tutu skirt,
diamanté clips, sparkly pink make-up.
Stilettos - dagger heels - ten Wickeds sunk.
Filey beach: leggings, tutu skirt,
outsized jumper, sparkly pink wellies,
rod and net.
'Nan, look, the rock pool
has sunk the sun.'
I also like that the title is almost longer than the poem-story.