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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 2, 2009 21:37:44 GMT
I thought seeing as we now have a leader for the Mossflower Myths, I might as well type up some of the stuff written on the residental writing course I had the pleasure of attending back in April. This is one of the first exercises we did in the workshops. We were given two scraps of paper, one with a location written on it, one with an emotion/description and were challenged to write a poem. Now, I don't really write poetry (the exception being my rather awful attempts to compose Redwall versions of 'The Highwayman' and 'Jabberwocky' a few years ago), but I'm a self-confessed Shakespeare obsessive and when I was given pieces of paper reading 'The Bathroom' 'Of Paranoia,' I instantly thought of Lady Macbeth. I took the storyline to modern times and turned the Macbeths' castle into a hotel (yeah, it was a long shot) and from there came the following... Not This Room
Hotel room. No. For one now. The double bed is unnecessary. And the bathroom. Please…
Rust circles teetering on the bath’s queasy edge, Taps for washing hands clean. A hundred times. A hundred times clean, Quick, fearful, silver knowing; The blood will not go. The water pipes shudder And eyes in the mirror dart Looking for what can scour minds away.
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