April Blushes – Dead Deer

I enjoyed doing this one a lot, a real lot. But it must be noted straight away that most of the words, and most of the ideas are not my own. Influence? Adaptation? Theft? You decide. 

April Blushes
openly copied and mildly adapted from a piece by Amelia Fletcher

Every day she wakes up
Her life will be a movie
All the things she does, written in her diary
But when the day is done, she cannot tell the truth

Pretend her life’s exciting
Pretend she’ll never lose

April Blush was a present story day
April Blush was a pop celebrity
You can lie to everyone
But please, please don’t lie to me

Now she is a popstar
With her own TV show
Tells them all her stories
And hopes they’ll never know

Now her life’s exciting
Now she’ll never lose

Don’t be anybody else
Forget about the rest
You’ll always be April
You’ll always be yourself

April runs every day
Her life runs by too fast
All the things she hides, written in the papers
April blushes to read them, she cannot tell the truth

April Blush is a present story day
April Blush is a pop celebrity
She lied to everyone
But why, why did you lie to me?

Now April lies for all time
Her life was like a movie
All the things she did, written in a billion words
And now her star has sunk, who can tell the truth?

Was her life exciting?
Did she win or lose?

 

Today I ‘wrote’  between 12:32 and 12:42. I was prompted by an idea here. This may seem an extremely brazen attempt to pass off someone else’s work as my own, but it immediately entered my head upon seeing the prompt. I have always felt the story of the song might be useful to continue, and although I don’t claim I have done as good a job as Fletcher (et al?) would have, it does, at least, give my own words a place in it. 

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Jan 10th – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish

January 10th – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish.

17.23-17.33

 

The evening light painted
the mountains in pink and orange
and deepening red, staining the snow
on the tops. A lone bird cried
its evening song, unanswered.

Darkness crept from the west
across the mirror surface,
drawing curtains across the remains
of the day; clouds ghosted
vague vapour shapes behind.

One rod jutted out from the side,
resting on the gunwale,
its line unhooked, unbaited;
almost as still as the sky.
Nothing stirred. There was nothing,

or no-one. No voices cut
through the chill of the air.
No breath steamed.
the boat was empty,
except for one lone fish.

 

Inspired by a prompt from here

Wind, Hair, Waves – Dead Deer

Wind, Hair, Waves

Windswept, circumspect. Dark black,
Coal black, cola black, a long trek,
She crept, she slept, she felt,
So flat, she flopped, whacked.
First fed, next bed, last breath

Taken.

 

Today I wrote from 09:55 to 10:05. I was prompted by idea “Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a mess.here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

Eager Advancements – Dead Deer

All at once the clock turned,
Hands moving, never flinching,
As if something almost-worked,
Yet oft-times seldom followed
On from the far off ceaseless din.

As thrice-thwarted souls bellowed
Whilst advancing through blasted field,
Blanketed in endless leaves, yellowed.
The eager sun had all a-blinking,
At the fierce uncaring death yield.

 

 

Today I wrote from 23:13 to 23:23. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here