M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what I can do in ten minutes…
The cranks that creak they get the oil
creation running smooth
The cogs that whir the chimneys belch
The pistons thrust, wheels move
Red lights burn bright, see furnace blaze
Hear click and clank and whir
It trundles slowly through the night
Black smoke it fills the air
Atop he rides his dour machine
Colleting souls for fuel
Wheels turn, cranks pull and push and thrust
Boned finger pointed, cruel
With oil that’s squeezed from those he finds
He greases, handles turned
His cogs and pulleys, back and forth
Remains discarded, burned
To fuel his creature, through the dark
In search of those who stray
From light to dark and pledge themselves
Until the end of days
I imagine death upon some macabre, corpse fueled machine of a steed that creeps through the city with the sinister sound of old gears shrieking and warped metal components grinding to warn people of his passage…
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Beautiful ! Think it was kind of heading that way but given that I don’t give myself very long to complete it I try not to overthink it but I did like the idea of all of the machinery and the Clank and hiss. Cheers man!
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Isn’t it great just typing and see what grows? It’s like being given permission to ‘ruin’ a huge white canvas with paints and not worrying about staying in the lines 👌🏼
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Indeed just seeing what grows can be a real blast
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This was really creepy… love it! Some of my favorite poems have come from a “just write” frame of mind.
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Glad I managed to get the creeping as a cross plus Fiona had 10 minutes to write it so it was a bit rushed but good fun
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