Experimental Poetry

Today we had an experimental poetry lecture with Dr Catriona Ryan. One of the experiments she gave us to do was to write using (in my case) my left hand. We then had to write down what ever came into our heads and not try to force sentences. Here's what I came up with:

Fan belts float on draughts of green marshmallows tumbling weeds spiraling visions of violence.

Blue plumage of powdered cakes tower on toothpicks.

I've never really written any poetry but and I know this isn't really any good but I quite like it.