All entries for Wednesday 02 February 2011

Some poems from last term

I haven't done a second draft of either of them yet...I'm not really sure if I was supposed to :S But anyhoo, here are a couple of my poems from last term that I like the most.

An ode to Alfred Nobel

A paradox, an oxymoron

The expensive fur coat she bought

The very first and last cigarette

He never wished he’s never had

Where does a moral compass point

For this colourless, oily liquid?

One way to destruction and death

The other to joy and lives rebuilt

It oozes its way to a crossroads

And it creeps to the Middle East

And also finds its way to our hearts

Showing mercy through little pills

One cannot help but wonder if

Doctor Nobel was out of his mind

When he harnessed this great monster

That responds so well to discipline

Thank you Doctor Nobel

Thank you for nothing

For this gift that you have given us

You should be ashamed

For the lives that you have saved

For the lives that you have taken

You can keep your wicked prize

Or just leave it by the door on your way out

Alchemy

The remains of Valentines Day dinner

You wonder what to make of the leftovers

The rice and potatoes. The old meat has gone.

A second full plate. All over the floor in pieces

The presents still wrapped. Still waiting.

A single stump of a candle and black lilies.

A single empty glass winking at you

The room is filled with shadows that aren’t yours

Burn it all. Chuck it in your largest cauldron

On your largest hob. Burn it all.

The saccharine smell of seven months

Rising into your extractor fan

And leaving the bittersweet aftertaste

It’s so hot, suffocating, panicking

You open the window to get some air

Out of the black, you see her, pale and splendid

Beyond your reach. This is it.

The blood has drained from your face

You shut her out and the kitchen glows like an inferno

Your hurt passes with the night

The sun has risen

Gold sieved from the ashen moon

You breathe it in and bottle it

Sod it. The best thing she ever wasted

Stop crawling back inside yourself

This will put some colour back into your cheeks

: 02 Feb 2011 23:58 |  Tags: Creative Icw1011 Writing |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Week 2 Assignment: Secrets

Secrets

The lighting of a student pub is harsh and Alyson is sitting in a booth as far away from the rest of humanity as possible. The only trouble is that the walls are in fact windows so she stares blankly ahead, pulling at the sleeves of her dark jumper. From the corner of her eye, she sees a red Mac and dark hair dance past. Alyson rarely gets to see her friend Beth, so she usually enjoys the odd catch-up and chips. Beth goes to the bar, orders a coffee and starts looking around. Alyson could call out to her, she probably should call out to her, but she doesn’t. There’s an awkward moment as Beth catches Alyson’s eye, to find her staring back at her. Alyson panics and stares at the table, because that’s what normal people do in a moment of social discomfort. This doesn’t seem to faze Beth, who approaches Alyson with a wry smile. “Well don’t look too happy to see me!” “Oh, sorry, I was in a world of my own” blags Alyson with all of her might. She forces a smile; though it’s the kind done so poorly that the eyebrows don’t move, so she instead looks like Hannibal Lecter. “I heard some interesting gossip today,” says Beth. Alyson’s heart goes up a gear. She lets out a barely audible “what?” “I’m going to save it. First, tell me about your weekend.” “Oh. Well, nothing interesting happened,” says Alyson. “Yes it did,” Beth quickly replies. Up to third. “What?” which has now become Alyson’s Word of The Day. “Megan’s house party? You can’t tell me there was no drama?” Beth’s wry smile has returned. “No drama? No drama. What do you mean?” Alyson is now talking so fast she is blurring. “What’s up with you?” Beth asks, catching on. “You’re acting all weird.” “Weird? I’m not being weird. You’re being weird,” Alyson replies like a 7-year-old. “I think someone’s hiding something” sings Beth. Alyson glares at her. She knows. She definitely knows. “Nothing happened, Beth. Why? Did someone say something?” Beth stirs her coffee for a moment. “Well, it depends what you mean by nothing, because I heard some very interesting gossip this morning.” Ladies and Gentleman, we have now reached Top Gear. “What?” “You tell me. You were there.” Beth holds Alyson’s gaze for a moment. This requires some quick thinking. “I’m assuming…you’re talking about the shower that Jessie took with Mike T?” This never actually happened. “No! That wasn’t what I heard but I definitely want to hear about it now!” As Alyson spins some bullshit story about The Shower That Never Was, she begins to plan other conversation topics to keep Beth distracted. She loves gossip as much as the next girl, but if it is about what she thinks it is, she can happily avoid the subject until she is on her deathbed.

: 02 Feb 2011 23:55 |  Tags: Creative Icw1011 Writing |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem