Opening lines
(from the poetry of WS Graham):


Imagine a forest


I leave this at your ear for when you wake


Whatever you've come here to get


Shut up, shut up. There's nobody here.


Meanwhile surely there must be something to say

I called today, Peter, and you were away.


This morning I am ready if you are


Gently disintegrate me


Just for the sake of recovering


I have my yellow boots on to walk.

Take Matthew Sweeney's workshop in dramatic poetry (from where these openings are taken) here.