For this prompt you need to write a poem which has a surprise twist.
The poem should be made of four stanzas of equal length – no more than eight lines each.
The twist must be all in the final stanza.
That’s it – no required metre or anything. The rules are easy but the poem could be hard. This exercise is good for focussing on shaping the narrative in a poem.
Here is my somewhat obvious example
Tick Tick The bomb in the mailbox will ensure I do not decorate her finger today the violinist will not play my meticulous planning and our dreams are in vain She is beautiful enough that it takes the witch from her raven hair and turns it sultry I see nothing else as I walk she in glide and flow beside me the melody to my metronome We take a table outside the cafe order a drink and I catch the waiters conspiring wink Once she says yes everything will change in her I can start again Then a surprise message beeps I check the text, which reads "Your device has failed, you are now a target." As I fall I hear her scream begin But never hear it end
She lay quietly on the plush carpet
Without clothes and without sin
The fireplace flame arched and spread
And the warmth was soothing on her body
He was still clad in an old maroon robe
The front bow untied and hanging loosely
His eyes sparkled from the fireside glow
A soft sated smile adding to rosy cheeks
His hand gently caressed her blond hair
And a low moan emanated deep within
The beautifully splayed form on the rug
Sated smile now wider with smug delight
The low moan became suddenly a growl
Intense in its now most pressing need:
“Okay,” the man spoke in subdued tones,
“I’ll let you out for your final pee of the night.”
Oops! I forgot to close the quote in the final line! Don’t let this detract from the brilliance therein!! 🙂
I have added your quote mark back in B-Ray. I gave me a titter on first reading, but now my tainted Panda mind is disturbed by the potential in-flagrante-felixio that is implied!
Thank you for responding and further polluting my brain 😉
Like anyone could pollute your brain! 🙂 Best wishes.
Really like the twist Mr. P (for some reason the Bourne Identity) sprung into my head. Enjoyed your craftsmanship once again. 🙂
Gawd Bless Yer Rambly Maam! I can see why – no when shall I expect your twisted tale? 😀
Billy I laughed at the last stanza – I am hoping that was the reaction you were looking for? Very cleverly executed 🙂
For sure! Thank you…ramblingsfromamum…best wishes.
That’s an incredibly creepy twist, Panda. Nicely done!
I thank you Weebly. I expect the calls from hollywood soon!
(I know… but delusion is such a happy town!)
Dear whatever higher power – me? Um errr…. workin’ on it – trying to get my head out of the gutter though)…
Overlook the Heavy Ones
Overweight, my foot steps are
heavy across the ground
its bitter and snow covers all around
but I am inside safe and warm
I need the rest to have a break
can’t control the food that I intake
I’m tired it’s been a hard cold year
but it’s not the tiredness that I fear
I want to shut away the world
be quiet left alone nothing to disturb
no one to listen should I moan
food is my only comfort my
self pleasure and my need
don’t judge me for what I am
don’t tsk or shake your head
for you do not know the real me
I’ve struggled this whole fall
my home my sanctuary far away
from staring eyes who think me
a disgrace people are so quick to surmise
why they think I am obese they do not know the
emptiness nor the struggles that I’ve faced
no they just seem frightened do they think perhaps I’m bad
or ashamed because of my size which truly makes me sad
No no-one hasn’t got a clue
they naturally walk the other way
not willing to get to know me
or how I feel today they look in my
direction but simply scamper by
not willing to come near me due only to my size
fear in their eyes they look upon me with abomination
but I am simply a grizzly bear ready for hibernation
Did the ‘rhyme’ – thing again sorry Mr P 😉
Thank you Lady Rambles – I am left with the overwhelming desire to eat biscuits and spend the day under my duvet 🙂
but were you tricked or did you guess? I suppose one just has to read the last line first to figure it out..but that’s a bit cheaty- weaty 😉 Back away from the biscuits!
PS: I doooo so like Lady Rambles ever so formal. .. and thanks for the correction. Ok ready for the next prompt here or IP.. I’m ready to rock and roll! 😉