Saturday January 24th, 2015

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the music festival.

I had some time this morning and ended up expanding my take on this prompt response and putting it up over on Protagonize. I was wanting to write something totally new, but the clock was ticking and inspiration was absent.

Anyway, feel free to add to it if you have an account (or happen to make one). Sign up is free and all that good stuff. I'm technically still a moderator over there but I have been rather excessively absent recently. I haven't been the only one, certainly, and I know the boss has been busy with his baby twins... but I still feel guilty about it.

Took Max to a kid's fair at the mall in Penticton after lunch. He feel asleep in the car and it had already taken a long time to get him out of the house, so there was less than half an hour left before closing when we arrived. I did snag him a balloon though, so he was quite pleased by that.

Until it finally popped shortly after we got home. Ah well.


Boys laughing without a care,
Girls with flowers in their hair;
Music's always in the air -
Just watch out for roaming bears...


Greg said...

I'm sure the balloon popping is a metaphor for life somehow, but I equally doubt that Max would appreciate that metaphor :)
It's nice to see you doing things on Protagonise again... might I remind of a certain Western tale that might benefit from some attention? :-D
I'm not sure I want to go to any Canadian music festivals after reading your poem....

The music festival
They came to see the headliners play,
And enjoy the lesser bands.
They all went home with trench foot,
Syphilis, and broken hands.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, that one crossed my mind but I was really wanting to do something new. Plus that one would have taken a bit of reading and remembering before I could start writing. It is next on my list, however.

Your poem seems... unfortunately realistic.