As Sarah said, Judy’s workshop was excellent. Here’s a poem from the same prompt that produced Sarah’s poem:
The man who made me use a word I’d never used before
He told me it was quantum.
I told him it was shit.
It’s shit I said It’s a shit thingy.
He looked at me over the top
of his specs. Quantum he said
sniffing. Then bent his head.
Look I said I’ve better things to do
than worship a memorandum.
The light in his left eye blazed
like a royal beacon.
It’s quantum he said and in any event
he’s left you his sextant. You can have it
once you’ve got probate.
So I signed.
What a great poem. Makes perfect sense to me…I guess you had to have been there! I’m wondering what we’d come up with if we used more words chosen at random from -cereal packets, the morning mail, train tickets or stuff in our pockets/handbags?
I like the contrast between his language and your language (you being the writer) and I would love to indulge in something very descriptive about his “specs” – they weren’t just specs were they – they were gold-rimmed crescents perched on his nose … hope so!