Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Right Way Up (freewrite)

Ok, so this came from a seminar I had tonight. It's short and I may work on it a bit and extend. 
We used a prompt which made me think about "moving" and it brought back a childhood memory about moving home, which I wrote down...

Right Way Up

The bin bag labelled “BILLOWS” goes between the knees
and Bevan lets me lift
the edge of our chipped coffee table
into the back of the new blue van.

The tyres budge a warning
that we will have to return  
to the scenery of our road
for a second trip.

Her-next-door will have to cry
a second time
and the box marked “FRAGILE”
will have to drop again

this time, the right way up. 

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