vowel filled nighttime
of ohs, and yous, and ees, and Is.
Beneath the neon hued Can Club; just us, hands clenched tight
like crab claws. Mouths apart speaking of nothing, everything. The space between sighlences.
This is one of the poems I wrote on the Barbican Young Poets Scheme. It’s a Fibonacci sequence poem. In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers are the numbers in the following integer sequence: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. So we ignore the 0 and create a poem based around the rest of the numbers, each number being a syllable.