Collaborators in the Craft

You have done it on your own
the craft of poetry
garnering your words
identifying your voice
never mixing metaphors
unless you mean to
accenting with alliteration
tackling subjects
from waxing lyrical about nature
to sounding the clarion calls
to activism in a world gone mad…

Now, why not try the delights
of collaboration…
a dance á deux
a menage á trois
an orgy of poesie
with multiple poets
if you will
bat stanzas back and forth
ekphrast a painting
or photograph by a friend
why do it on your own
when you can do it together
become a collaborator…

© Andrew Wilson, 2025

Ten months ago, our very own Melissa Lemay, started an online journal of collaborative poetry, Collaborature so why not head over there and have a gander at all the exciting poems that have been submitted and then reach out to another poet to have a go at collaboration…

Over at dVerse Poets Pub,  Lisa or Li in Poetics invites us to write about Getting Crafty…

An Interview and an Epic Poem on Collaborature…

Since January this year, my friend Melissa Lemay, has been publishing her online journal Collaborature. As the name implies, it is a place for collaborative writing and other forms of creativity to thrive. You can find out more about Collaborature and how to submit work here.

Melissa also interviews some of her contributors and I was recently the subject of just such an interview. Amongst the many things we talked about, was our own collaborative project in which we are writing an epic saga called Shipmates.  It was inspired by “The Golden Gate”, a novel by Vikram Seth, written entirely in sonnet form in the 1970s. He, in turn, was inspired by Pushkin’s novel “Eugene Onegin”, though I only found that out well into the project. We don’t know how far this project will carry on – it will publish in chapters, mostly around seven sonnets each, every two weeks. There follows, the first two verses of Chapter 1…

Shipmates

Whale Struck and Love Struck

1:1
Mid-ocean is a lonely place
But some seek there to sail
The Pacific is the greatest space
But not to run into a whale
As Kate found snoozing in her bunk
She woke to find her whole world sunk
With barely time to don Mae West
And swim out leaving all the rest
Before her precious yacht and home
Dove downwards to Pacific deep
Kate left ringed with flotsam and foam
She searches but finds nought to keep
Some way off the whale’s spout she espies
And though a tough cookie, Kate just cries…

1:2
Alas, the salt, it dries her skin
And oil it overcompensates
Causing blotches, discoloration
And what of it if true love waits
O’er yonder past the waterspout?
She thinks perhaps a whale to mount
Could be an achievable task
Should she calculate around the blast
Choose wisely time to take the reins
Lest end up shot to Port of Spain
Though, admittedly wouldn’t be so bad
A holiday in the Caribbean
Kate snaps back to reality
In just the nick of time to see…

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