It's nearly eleven thirty and I've been doing everything but trying to write a poem, oh no! I considered not bothering when I realised it was so late, but think I'll probably regret it so the RWP prompt is:
Make up a secret code. Begin by writing a few nonsense sentences, like “The raindrops tap out a cry for help” or “The dandelions are saying all at once, ‘You are overwhelmed.’” The formula is easy: come up with a message and assign it to something unlikely. Remember, of course, that inanimate objects can speak and that signs and symbols may be nonverbal.
Once you have a few sentences, select the one that is most intriguing to you and use it to start a poem.
And I am now just going to dash something off and be damned.
The Regal has branded,
and it will be a slow
day in hell, I can tell
you, when I will let
a cigarette do that and get
away with it. Justice
must be done! The trust
of this great nation depends
upon it. We will round
up every last one and burn
them all. Only then
will our lungs be free to breath.
Do you hear me?
I apologise in advance, but needs must and I've only got seven minutes left.
Update: I changed 'fag' to 'cigarette' because I suddenly remembered that this blog is read by people who are not English and that 'fag' means something quite different in other parts of the world.