Trying to stitch everything up in time
Isn’t saving me, it’s driving me crazy
The needle whirrs along an erratic line
Stabbing a finger, which I lick, too lazy
To find a plaster to protect the work
From the blackberry stains of my blood
The cliff of the Deadline seems to lurk
Ahead of me, obscured by thick cloud.
Trying to listen to everything, voices blur -
I’m not taking care of myself. Going too fast,
My mother tells me – I irritably must concur
But the future is devoured by a ravenous past
And I keep on stitching with my feverish hand
As time runs between my fingers like sand.
With a month to go before my current job finishes, life is a bit mad. And while I definitely need the distraction of blogging, I don’t have much time for it! So seeing this week’s challenge at The Miss Rumphius effect struck me as perfect:
Ten-Minute Spill. Write a ten-line poem. The poem must include a proverb, adage, or familiar phrase that you have changed in some way, as well as five of the following words:
cliff needle voice whir blackberry cloud mother lick
I ended up with a sonnet using all the words, but just squeaking in under the 10 minute threshold which I was quite pleased by! And writing in a rush seemed very appropriate to the topic, as well as the time available!
