One of the many (some would say odd), activities in which I indulge, is improvised theatre. This has run the gamut of Playback, Theatre of the Oppressed, Long-Form Impro and the every-popular Theatre Sports.
Last year I ran a workshop for the Emerging Writers’ Festival
which explored ways in which theatre games and impro structures, could be used to assist in the creative writing process. As well as being enormous fun, this workshop threw up some wonderful creativity.
So today, I have decided to further develop this concept by taking one of my favourite impro games, “Alphabet Conversations” (probably also known by a dozen other monikers), and turn that into a poem. In this game, two actors must improvise a conversation, one line at a time, but moving through the alphabet for the initial letter of each line. The starting letter is chosen at random.
I decided to start with “T”, since that is my initial.
This poem is about me…right now…sitting in my house.
Needless to say, it contains no car chase. Actually you may also be relieved to know that it contains no big sex scene either.
…or even a small one, for that matter…
THE ALPHABET GAME
Traces of lamb roast around the kitchen
Urge to clean up left fighting with creative desires
Voices filtering from my son’s room. The TV? A phone call?
Wistful mother thoughts flit through my head, while
Xanadu plays on the radio, calling me back to my
Accompanies my work,
Blending nostalgia and relief.
Crickets join in the chorus,
Delivering a wall of entomological sound
Echoing off the galv iron
Greatness is yet to be thrust upon me.
Here and now, is not great, yet tinged with magnificence.
I gaze around me and wonder at
Just how far I’ve come, since the days of
Kool and the Gang.
Listless mornings, hung over and tired
Metamorphosing into endless
Nights at the Mars Bar.
Oh sometimes I miss that scene, but only on
Particularly lonely days.
Quality days such as these, leave me