Saturday October 27th, 2018

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the gift.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Presumably then this is inspired by what you were given for your birthday? I hope it was nice :)
Well done on catching up on all the comments again, I am impressed :)
And... yes, a couple of days before you mentioned it, it occurred to me that Derby this time round seems to be turning into a novel. I'm not sure how many months ago I started it, but it was long enough that at about 500-750 words a day (at a guess -- I'm allowed 4,096 characters in a single post, so that should be 800 words tops I think), and at most 4 days out of 7 each week, we must be on c.40,000 words, which is venturing towards novel territory.
Strange how these things happen.

The gift
The Yellow Gift is not a boon,
Unless you're mad enough to be a priest.
The King in Yellow is always pleased
To hand the Gift around the room....

[Since you mentioned you were curious about that yellow smoke enveloping Derby's hand.]

Marc said...

Greg - gifts, actually. My sisters both gave me memorable gifts from afar - one a massage gift certificate, the other a dinner out gift certificate. Both of which Kat arranged to use on my actual birthday.

And the comment backlog was a mighty battle, but I managed to come out on top. Now to make sure it doesn't get out of hand again, or at least not right away.

That total seems about right. I think you ought to compile it all in one place, if for no other reason than to see how close you actually are to your estimated word count!

I really like your second line in this one. I'm not sure I'd want to meet one of the King in Yellow's priests, but I'm not equally certain that one will appear sooner or later in your tale.