This evening I showed A. the gorgeous poem my 5th period class created collaboratively. He loved the idea of creating something piecemeal and shared, and jumped up to get a piece of paper and a pen to bring to the dinner table. Thus, we have our first family exquisite corpse poem:
Winsome winds carry my wish
My hope, my dream, my vision of us:
Happiness, truth, love and respect
Are the ideals of many fallen nations
S ! P ! Q ! R !
The kids explained that last line’s significance (they’re Percy Jackson aficionados, which means they knew it means the Senate and People of Rome). Lookee here: In a mere quintain, we’ve got assonance, alliteration, enjambment, and a volta at line four. And all while eating hunter’s stew and pumpkin spice cake!