Saturday March 3rd, 2018

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: static.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Ilmatu stories have to come with a warning label? OK, but I suspect it's going to diminish their impact a little. (I thought you were getting good at spotting them from the first couple of sentences actually, and they do usually only turn up when there's snow or ice in the story :) )

Static
After you left she redid your room,
Moved everything up to the attic.
Now it all stays the same, waiting for you,
Held in place by oodles of static.

Marc said...

Greg - well, you caught me unaware last night. But I am glad to report that I had no difficulty in falling asleep afterward, so I *suppose* you don't have to include a warning up front... I suppose.

I like the story this one tells. Though now I'm sitting here wondering how bad the shock will be when all that static is touched for the first time...

Nuclear, I think.