The exercise:
Write about something that is: delicate.
Our little Max turned two months old today. That soft, subtle sound you hear is time zipping past.
We had a big snowfall overnight, which made sure the snow we already had didn't have a chance to melt into puddles and mud. I should really get out there and take a picture to share with you guys, as it's quite beautiful.
Which means I should get on that before the rain comes to wash it all away.
Which, apparently, will be on Wednesday.
So... tomorrow it is then.
Mine:
"Hello, Darling! I'm home from another busy day at the office!"
Busy doing what, exactly? Your new secretary?
"Hi, Honey. Good to see you made it home safely - I heard on the radio that traffic was especially bad today."
"Oh, you just have no idea. Maniacs behind the wheel, all of them."
Well you're still alive, so I guess they're not quite maniacal enough.
"Mmm, you poor thing."
"So what's on the menu for tonight, Precious?"
Your head on this platter if you call me that one more time.
"There's a roast in the oven and a potato salad in the fridge - with extra dill, of course. Just how you like it."
"Oh you are just the absolute best!"
I wonder if I could put this steak knife through his eye from here...
"I couldn't possibly be the best, Sweetums. That title already belongs to you!"
"You are much too good to me, my delicate flower. Much too good. I'll be in the living room watching TV - just give me a shout when dinner's on the table."
If you're watching sports again I'm going to take this frying pan to the back of your balding head.
"Will do, my dearest. Will do."
4 comments:
Dead Bug
Smaller than a fingernail
Crushed by too tight a grasp
Yet hard and sturdy
@Morganna: I love the sentiment in your poem, though the last line seems a little incongruous after the third. I'll have to think about it!
@Marc: the snow sounds lovely, though I hope it's not disrupting your daily routine too much. Well, the routine that isn't just running around at Max's bidding ;-) And I'm looking forward to that picture!
Also: sorry about my absence yesterday; I shall squeeze some time tomorrow to update on my roller-coaster life :-P
Heh, I love the dynamic you've got going on in your piece today, and that delicate refers both to the dialogue and your handling of it.
Delicate
A fragile piece of lace
To mask your poor disgrace
Hiding your pretty face.
What masque could hide your eyes?
Penetrate your disguise –
Reveal your living lies.
Morganna - I'm also puzzled by your final line. There's a part of my brain that's convinced it makes sense, but it's refusing to explain it to the rest of us.
Greg - I hope that your roller coaster has had more ups than downs. Though I suppose that would mean that you'd never be able to get off, as it would only climb higher and higher...
Anyway. Great wordplay and rhythm to your haiku. Fingers crossed things settle down for you and you're able to join us for a little bit of writing every day :)
Let me try to explain: I've got this dead bug I found when I was cleaning out my workroom and it's really sturdy -- I can move it around, take photos with it (see my blog) and it's staying all in one piece. But I also know that if I'm not really careful with it, I could destroy it in one movement.
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