Finally
got around to this at 9.24pm, after work and an exercise class. So, currently
doing some very heavy breathing, which fits in quite well with writing about
the opening scene of the movie of your life. It should begin with childbirth,
but I’m going to excuse you that. I’m not sure if this poem fits the prompt,
but it’s the first thing that came into my head. There’s something about a
great gig, so here we go.
Day 14
Today’s
challenge is a fun one: write a poem
that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number?
A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the
producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly
assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you!
The rush
There’s
a guitar solo
whipping
through the crowd,
and a
drum roll
as a
zillion heads are bobbing
like an
endless sea of hair.
in his
denim, big boots,
leather
waistcoat open,
microphone
gripped like a lolly-pop.
but I
know it’s gotta be good.
he could
be talking French,
but
there’s a rush in the air,
an
electricity,
and it’s
building,
building…
this
gathering of sound;
the
bass guitarist
is
taking centre-stage,
snaking,
and he’s
on fire.
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