Saturday December 5th, 2020

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: flight.

Hard to believe there are only three more Saturdays left in 2020. Speaking of the end of the year, I'm aiming for a return to Hindsight this week for its finale.

2 comments:

Greg said...


Well, if I were to suggest a prompt for the last four-line poem of the year, Full-circle would be nice :)

Looking over the comments, I really like what you've done with Hindsight! The phone calls disturbing the meal are nicely done, and right there at the end is, what I think is the choice that's being made. Really subtle though, but perfect for our narrator -- who's been through more than his fair share of events and accidents in one year! -- and I think sets him up for a chance at a happy ending. Once we've sorted out who the English speaking gentleman in the adjacent stall is.

Re the house move: I honestly didn't think you were moving house again when I commented on your prompts, but they all seemed to point that way which made me wonder what you were hinting at and concealing :)

Right, today's installment:

Flight
Spud’s flight is silent (at first), he doesn’t realise
How big a step he’s taken. Red stares at the guard who struck Spud
Who stares at his hand like he’s just waking. Emma B
Stamps on pince-nez spectacles and grinds them into the mud.

Marc said...

Greg - I think that can be arranged.

Yeah, I wasn't planning the phone flush but as it made itself known I couldn't see a more fitting path so I went with it. I'm rather pleased with the end result, actually. I can go first if you want to provide the ending, or I can take the last entry if you want to go first.

The puncher not being Red was definitely a surprise, but I like the 'like he's just waking' line, as it leaves me curious about the guard and his motivation/history.