Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Pieces of you: #31 of the 365 day collage poetry challenge

I'm in a dark mood today, dark stuff is appearing on the page but before you rush me off to the therapist, I only connect with murder on paper. My sympathy in the following poem is with the victim, and the people she left behind. In fact, I have no idea of who the perpetrator is -- that's probably why I don't write crime novels.

But I have a point to make. The kneejerk reaction of arresting students after handing in essays on violence is crazy. In the first play I wrote when I was 14, I killed off all but two characters (and they were robots) because I didn't know how else to end it. Hey, it worked for Shakespeare! In a later adult version, the two robots became a sexy android and she allowed one of the characters to live to be become her partner.

Teenagers write black brooding soul-tormented angst-ridden prose and poetry. It does not mean that they are going to act on these feelings or their creative urges. So guys, do some research before throwing them in the lock-up! One of them might be a budding Stephen King.

So I think my mood is because I passed a milestone today. 7 years in the one job - who would've thought it?

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran

bloody female body becomes

today's news

pieces of

you on the street

difficult to recognise you

with your

demon makeover

shattered fragile beauty

brutally murdered

terror and the city

girl we've lost you

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