SAMPLES: LSW Prison Project Witslings
HMP WOODHILL - 13TH January 1999
(In WitSlings participants choose one line of Shakespeare for a presented text, in this
case a small section of Venus & Adonis, and are given three minutes in which to
write four to six lines of original verse in iambic pentameter (five stress lines). Please
note that all of the following offender samples were written by school-leavers, entirely
separately. The verses below were unified only by the lines of the Bard by which they were
inspired which you will find underscored in the examples noted below. It was particularly
wonderful to witness that after our first session at HMP (Her Majestys Prison)
Woodhill with fourteen inmates, we had a subscription of twenty nine residents for our
second sojurn. One officer, Christine, said she had never seen so large a list.)
Love is All Truth; Lust full of Forgéd Lies
all truth; lust full of forgéd lies
It often promises but fails to free me whole
from this dilemma which I find myself in now.
I found the girl, but now shes gone away.
May hearts in disarray, but I do love in hope.
tis so; They answer all tis so
Their wan words she rolls, remarkably slow
To fit the movement of her calling eyes,
That questing passion, searching her insides.
For on her call well dance this wild tirade
And she, so bright, will lead us from the shade.
after him she darts, as one on shore
Just like yon moon behind dark clouds before.
Now sees her brightest star shoot from the sky,
Her naked beauty balm for hidden eyes.
With sadness weighing down his broken heart
A lonley tear looked on at her depart.
her if she would away with me.
She brought her friend along and that made three.
I tossed her friend from off the rocking boat
and found the rotter had begun to float.
So shed be next, and after her Id go
And would say after her: Well, you said no!
was tedious and outwone the night
And if hed seen her without clothes hed had a fright.
By God her curves were ample and caused delight
But she was BORING - and out went the light
Thus avoiding a very nasty fight.
lusts affect is tempest after sun
As I lay down molten sweat starts to run.
I feel the heat beat at so quick a pace
That sun beats down and starts to burn my face.
I shirt myself into the comfort of the shade,
But, as I move, that sun begins to fade.