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Saturday, 3 April 2010

National Poetry Writing Month, Day Three

Write about something that scares you. It could be tarantulas or your significant other cheating on you or an existential fear of the unknown so long as it unsettles you. Describe it in the most vivid language possible!

Floodgates

Knocked down at the counter, a shining fish.

Fried with shop bought garam masala,
onions, garlic, tomatoes from the bottom
of the fridge. Eaten with or without relish,
it festers in the lower intestine.
Works its way into the bloodstream, and breeds.

Tiny curried fish babies breach your boundaries,
flow with your body fluids like larva
and surface with such force you comedy reel
at your own armpits and breath. You scrub but they
infiltrate your clothes, your hair, your shoes,
your bed. You launder, they feed on your sweat.

Happy Easter!

14 comments:

steven said...

eryl - should i read this to my family before i serve them their salmon braised in butter and herbs or after?!!! very tasty writing!!! steven

poemblaze said...

Well written, and oh so gross. Thanks for sharing.

Pat said...

I shall try to banish this from my mind as it's bed-time and the thought of any foreign body (apart from a baba) breeding inside one is too O Henry for my peace of mind.
But as an exercise - terrific.

savannah said...

i think i'll have to pass on the MITM's lovely fish stew! *LOL* but i do agree with pat, great fulfillment of the exercise! xoxox

metaphysicworld said...

I LOVE this! I seem to have a somewhat bizarre affection for poems about bodily things or with scientific language. Haha! I also love alliteration - something you seem to have mastered here. Great (gross!) images and an increasing sense of paranoia - well done!

Sharon Longworth said...

Great writing - I read it out loud and had particular fun with the sound of 'they fester in your lower intestine'.
Well done.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Blurgh, curried fish taking over the body, that is truly frightening, like a Bollywood version of Alien!

Eryl Shields said...

Steven ~ how rational are they?

Poemblaze ~ thank you.

Pat ~ I hope I didn't give you nightmares. O Henry, I'd forgotten about him!

Savannah ~ oh no!

metaphysicworld ~ I love alliteration too! Glad you like this, thank you for saying so.

Sharon ~ I like that bit too. How lovely of you to go to the trouble of reading it out loud, thanks.

Gadjo ~ ha!

melissashook said...

I read about your blog on Elisabeth's and am glad to have found it...
thanks for the suggestion. I write a great deal about the terrifying, but will spend the next week doing evn more..

Kathryn Magendie said...

What made me laugh was the very last statement: Happy Easter! laughing! lawd, but I did like this poem.

(by the way, as to your comment: Publishers use whatever author photo they think will help sell books or create a "mood" about the author. Like, I couldn't use the "silly" one because it evokes a "this is a humor book" mood - at least this is how it is explained.

And, also - I keep hearing about salted caramels! Now I'm just going to have to find some!)

Titus said...

Aargh! This reminded me of when I had scabies. Too scary!

Eryl Shields said...

Melissa ~ the suggestion came from the Read Write Poem website which is giving daily prompts for poetry month. I hadn't realised but I haven't made that at all clear!

I will drop by your blog shortly.

Kat ~ I can see the 'mood' thing, though that doesn't explain why all your features need to be erased!

If you can get the salted caramels from L'Artisan du Chocolat – they have a website and I'm sure will ship but at goodness knows what price – you won't be disappointed!

Titus ~ I had scabies once too, snap! It is pretty grim (the poem), I see that now.

Kagerrr said...

Sort of sexual and violent. I like it.

supernana said...

I'm terrified by this! Well done.