Kneading
in a
Box of Lego

A rather bizarre title for a poem but I wrote this as an exercise. I imagined each single syllable word was a Lego brick and there was a whole box of them to be sifted through, sorted and organised until something of a solid form was produced. When you get to the end, ask yourself, what happened?

ONE

                man

ONE

                girl

DAMP

                fog

DARK

                lane

LATE

                night

WET

                road

SHARP

                knife

FAST

                car

BRIGHT

                white

HEAD

                light

FALL

                down

RED

                blood

ONE 

                dead