Tell-Us-A-Fib Friday

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blog,

humbly

devoted

to all things London,

Londonist is – could you have guessed?

Meet the fib – no, not the kind you told at uni when submitting yet another late essay – but the poetic kind: a 6-line verse reminiscent, in its constriction of form, of the well-known haiku. Introduced to us by our good friends over at the London Word Festival, the fib takes its syllables from the Fibonacci sequence – each line’s syllables being the sum of the preceding two lines, or, for those of us who still cower under the duvet whenever the word “maths” is mentioned, a 1-1-2-3-5-8 sequence of syllables.

Intrigued? Have a go below in the comments. We’ll suggest “London landmarks” as a theme for the first round but will leave you to play quite fast and loose with that definition – whether you want to write a paean to one of the iconic buildings for which our city is known or you feel like waxing poetic about your local 24-hour Tesco.

Then, once you’re feeling warmed up, head over to the Word Festival site to enter its Golden Fib competition for a chance to be fêted as a fib finalist during the March festival. We’ll pass along our favourites as well.

  • pennedinthemargins

    Christ
    Church -
    Hawksmoor’s
    ‘towering
    prick’. In Spitalfields
    the apprentice trumps the master.

  • Lindsey

    Respect is due.

  • Julie PH

    Come on now, don’t be shy…

    If,
    as
    Will Self
    said, the Eye
    is God’s bike wheel, what
    price to ride the double-decker?

    (I have no idea what this means.)

  • SallyB2

    I’m shy.
    Oh, alright then.

    John
    Soane:
    I spread
    My stuff like
    He spread his stuff yet
    I’m all mess, he’s all genius.

  • DeanN

    Pall
    Mall.
    Neither
    a friend nor
    a shopper’s delight.
    Such an endearing deception.

  • pennedinthemargins

    Tin
    Can.
    Sardines.
    Mind the Gap.
    Get the picture yet?
    Sweaty bloke reading London Lite.

  • Lindsey

    I
    Spy
    Crossrail
    Slowly start
    Bye Astoria!
    Hello east west train travel fun.

  • halcyonday

    This style is harder to write!

    Oh!
    Up -
    we go
    toward the
    sky – and down again
    to the ground on the London Eye!

  • M@

    Song
    For
    London
    Baker Street
    Waterloo Sunset
    I Don’t Want to go to Chelsea

  • waterbaby

    The
    Tate
    Modern.
    Power plant
    to chic gallery
    I recharge in the Rothko room

  • NannyState

    shop
    drop
    wander
    Westfielder
    one ring and you’ll flee
    back to your flat in Battersea

  • esotericbadger

    Yes…
    No.
    That is –
    I thought I
    did, but now I see…
    I obviously do not know.

  • esotericbadger

    Yes…
    No
    That is
    What I said
    When I was asked if
    I knew what I was walking past

  • esotericbadger

    Bum. Those are the wrong way round. My bad.