Zelda's Inferno exercise: first, we came up with a wordlist, on the randomly selected theme "jackets": pockets hoods bubbles grandfather leather reversible book doghair velvet yellow thriftstore burial rain long down
Then, we wrote poems, that could be about anything excepts jackets:
thriftstore coffee mugs on the kitchen table
on a long Sunday morning with the rain coming down outside
and no pressing need to be anywhere else
the appointment book irreversibly clear for the day
nothing in particular to talk about
a comfortable bubble of the velvet silence where nothing needs to be said