The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the flashback.
It's Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada and as a result the bakery was an absolute madhouse this morning. It was like the summer rush had come back for a visit, with people coming for their pies and pumpkin bread and croissants and cinnamon buns and other loaves.
I don't think I moved from the till for the first hour and a half.
It was good though. Definitely not used to that sort of craziness anymore, but it was good.
Looking forward to a Thanksgiving dinner with my family and Kat's brother's family tomorrow night.
I almost said a quiet dinner, but then, you know, I remembered Max and Natalie would be there.
Mine:
Walking down the street
Hand in hand with his lover;
A car backfires
And he's running for cover
2 comments:
I hadn't realised it was that time of year again! The year seems to have gone by quite fast, and the Maltese weather is still very summery (though thankfully it has cooled a little). It sounds like you had a good day, for all you were clearly very busy. Happy Thanksgiving!
Hmm, there's a story beyond your poem, clearly, and while I appreciate this glimpse into this world, a longer visit would be nice too. Those last two lines are a great hook!
The flashback
The first lightning strike is a revelation
As the sky is rent in two by electric blue,
But it's the second shot, the flashback, hot
Like a dragon's breath, that stuns a nation.
[You may have noticed, but this is actually a (very short) continuation of Hairstyle from three weeks ago.
Greg - thanks :)
Hmm, I shall try to delve into the story behind this some time soonish. Then we can both discover what's happened!
Really enjoyed the rhythm and flow of yours. And I appreciate the mini continuation as well :)
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