Sunday November 8th, 2009

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:

Greg said...

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.

Marc said...

I really like your opening three lines :)

Thanks for going back and doing this one - I'm glad you had the time!