The Virgin Poet
It was a dark and stormy night.
Always best to have a dramatic first line.
And they lived happily ever after.
The ending is important too.
Yet what to put in between?
Writer’s block they call it.
Can I have that on my very first piece?
Writer’s starting block?
It was a dark and stormy night
Concentrate now, what happens next?
The wind whistled through the trees,
A shot rang out. A scream pierced the air!
Not so good, maybe try another tack.
It was a light and calm day.
That’s better, a different atmosphere.
No noise was heard except the whispering of the trees.
Now we’re onto something!
The girl stood naked on the beach.
Oh, trees on beaches? Not so sure now, never mind.
Slowly she walked towards the sea.
And they lived happily ever after.
Something missing in the middle.
Who are these they? Another character needed.
He was tall dark and handsome.
They loved as two people had never loved before.
Ok that sounds good, not too clichéd I think.
Bit short of action though, I’ll resurrect the shot.
Good poetry is not so hard after all.
It was a light and calm day,
The girl stood naked on the beach,
A shot rang out. A scream pierced the air!
He was tall dark and handsome.
They loved as two people had never loved before.
Slowly she walked towards the sea.
No noise was heard except the whispering of the trees.
They lived happily ever after.
The end.
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