tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post2373166320385763473..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday May 3rd, 2010Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-81112334727367820892010-05-04T12:35:28.142-07:002010-05-04T12:35:28.142-07:00Greg - thanks a lot, I had a lot of fun with that ...Greg - thanks a lot, I had a lot of fun with that one.<br /><br />And I'm getting a bit desperate for inspiration - I was using my commute and work days for a lot of previous prompts and I'm struggling without them :)<br /><br />That's a great story you pulled off there, with some great images.<br /><br />Morganna - oh, that was very vivid! That final line really painted a picture. Very well done :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-66498203336783731412010-05-04T06:15:36.524-07:002010-05-04T06:15:36.524-07:00The words, the hidden words, shimmered with forbid...The words, the hidden words, shimmered with forbidden secrets. The novice turned the pages slowly, fascinated by the glowing calligraphy of verse forty-seven. He didn't notice the book growing larger and warmer. As he turned the last page, lips and teeth appeared, leap and snap! he disappeared. His screams died away as the pages fluttered closed and a large, pink tongue slid around the edges with a satisfied slurp.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-2311957177202441782010-05-04T02:50:37.628-07:002010-05-04T02:50:37.628-07:00Oh fantastic! I well remember lectures like that ...Oh fantastic! I well remember lectures like that (thankfully no poetry, but still, just when you think it's over, the lecturer reveals that "this may take a little while to prove").<br />It's a great story, very nicely balanced and told. This bed-rest of yours seems to be helping your writing and inspiration!<br /><br />Verse 47<br /><br />The cigarette was a Gauloise,<br />It was far too strong, too French,<br />And exactly what I should have expected.<br />They laughed, watching me trying to smoke it,<br />Stood in the sunlight, a pleasant day<br />For an unpleasant task. Or so I thought.<br />They seemed casual and relaxed, far too happy,<br />And sniggering away at giving me a Gauloise,<br />A cigarette I could barely smoke.<br />And then the chaplain stood before them,<br />Fire in his eyes and on his breath,<br />His bowl of chilli overturned at the table,<br />Shouting with the voice of God<br />And waving his Bible like some holy, burning sword.<br />All I caught were two words, "Verse 47",<br />But it make then jump and run like ants<br />Caught under a magnified sun.<br />And when they were gone, he took away the Gauloise,<br />Untied my hands and supported me while my legs shook.<br />I had a pardon that I didn't understand, and prayer<br />To cling to in times of desperate need:<br />Verse 47.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com