The exercise:
It appears that I'm getting a cold. Consider me suitably unimpressed.
I generally get about one a year and always, always at a bad time. I know there's never a good time, but still.
Anyway, your prompt for the day: thieves' oil.
I'm not saying this stuff works or it doesn't; I just like the story and idea behind it.
NaNo Word Count: 17,277
NaNo Target: 13,335
Mine:
Stealing from the dead
Is a dangerous game;
Knowing what's been said,
I do it all the same.
Nobody gets hurt,
It's a victimless crime;
If I steal your shirt
Then you've run out of time.
Oils are essential
To keeping safe from harm.
There's gold potential
When people buy the farm.
I rub myself down
With this protective mix,
Then I hit the town,
Before bodies sink six.
2 comments:
The thieves' oil sounds interesting, and seems quite healthy on the face of it. Let's hope it works for you (I've already seen tomorrow's post, so I know you're not feeling your best right now!)
The poem's good, nice rhythm and tempo, if just a little bleak here and there ("if I steal your shirt then you've run out of time...")
Thieves' Oil
Created as a warding
For people
Who should come with a warning,
This aromatic compound
Defeats the best that Mother Nature
Can compose.
So far.
A single drop
Rubbed on my chest
And I hope for the best
Though I know that my lifestyle
Must lead me through many dark
And dangerous paths.
I really like your opening three lines :)
Thanks for going back and doing this one - I'm glad you had the time!
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