The exercise:
Write about: the prospector.
It didn't rain very heavily today, so I did manage to get out to the garden this afternoon to do some weeding. As long as I focused on what I was doing and not what was left to be done, it was fairly enjoyable.
I'm currently reading The Sisters Brothers, which is what inspired today's prompt. Haven't reached the end yet, but I'm pretty sure it'll find itself on my Recommended Reading page once I get there.
Mine:
In a gold-crazed daze,
He forgets to eat.
With a bloodshot gaze,
He can't see his own feet.
His clothes worn and torn,
Loose teeth turning black,
He would be forlorn
If he saw what he lacked.
His claim has no fame,
No gold to be found;
But he'll play the game
Til he's placed in the ground.
