At read.write.poem this week we were invited to write American sentences, a poetic form of seventeen syllables invented by Allen Ginsberg. I have been writing one a day based on my trip to Britain in September, hence the title of the post.
For an extra, check out yesterday's post which is my favourite of those I have written so far, but doesn't have anything to do with the trip.
Hindu lady checks passports; Spaniard at the Hertz counter - welcome to Britain.
At Stonehenge we maintain a respectful distance, watched over by crows.
In Bath we read curses offered to Sulis two thousand years before.
Turtle-shaped soup tureen gleaming copper; on the wall a row of small skulls
The only red squirrels we see are those silhouetted on road signs.
In a box at the archives I find my greatgrandfather, young again.
(My greatgrandfather, found at Stirling Archives)