Sunday, November 30, 2008

Daft draft poem

Knocked off the draft.

It begged to die,

bludgeoned with a blunt instrument

at the hands of a serial offender

looking for ways

to dismember its body,

decompose,

pick over its bones.




(This is why I write novels, not poetry)

3 comments:

The Paradoxical Cat said...

Nice piece of bloggerel!

Congratulations on finishing off the draft!

:-)

Mary McCallum said...

Far out! Vanda were you the sort who always got class assignments in on time? Aren't you marvellous he way you stick at it? I wish I had your app-lica-tion.

Vanda Symon said...

Always was a girly-swot, Mary. Still am.

Had half a day off, now am getting stuck into the next draft - the threat of school holidays looming and kids home from school for 6 weeks is quite motivating!