We started talking about poetry in my creative writing class today. The professor had us write out seven possible first lines of a poem in three or four minutes... and then we had to switch one of these lines with a neighbor and, using their lines, write a poem in about five minutes.
I've been meaning to post something here for ages, and now seemed as good a time as any.
My line was: 'His face was stark and gargoyled'. This is what came from that -
His face was stark, gargoyled by the flickering light of the candles,
Shadows pooling queerly in the hard planes under his cheeks,
And around the tight set of his jaw.
A romantic dinner planned, bought, set for two
With immaculate, delicate care –
All in readiness but for the lack of his lady lover.
Four hours ago, time still for hope;
Three hours ago, dismay set in,
Two, and anger sidles to the surface, black and fierce,
One, and the heart sinks low.
Now, the clock chimes midnight,
The moon stands at its apex and the stars twinkle brightly, mocking,
Now, time only for resignation, and a back
Turned with finality on an eighth and last effort.
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