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Prose Poetry Fail

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Now I am learning how to write Prose Poetry, I really enjoy it but seems I still don’t have the complete knack for it. Here is a ‘Prose Poem’ I wrote below:

The wrong day

Pumpkins, sweets, ghosts and ghouls. The door opened to a knock and within a blink she is past me and gone- her silver fur merging between the witches and skeletons that wait at the door with faces of makeup and buckets for treats. Hearing a bang, I look up to the sky and see the flash and shimmer of coloured blasts in the sky. Another bang and then another… purple, green, pink and blue. Bang! Bang! Bang! Do people know that they have the wrong day? Running down the street in a black corpse dress, calling out her name ‘Bluey, Bluey where are you?’ tripping down lanes, kneeling to peep in bushes calling out ‘Bluey.’ And I imagine her hiding and trembling nearby.

Turns out that it isn’t a Prose Poem at all because it wasn’t focused on a singular idea! Do not be put off if you write something similar – you now have the framework for something else. I will now be turning this into Flash Fiction!

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A technique to help you come up with ideas.

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So whilst in my Writer’s Workshop lesson, an author came in to speak to us and gave me this lovely technique, which has helped me since write a short story and also a poem!

First of all you shut your eyes. Imagine yourself led down. Where are you led? What’s the weather like? Take notice of your surroundings. Each time someone does this, they imagine themselves somewhere completely different. I imagined myself in a dark field at night, whereas my friend imagined herself led on a beach.

After taking notice of your surroundings (Eyes still shut) turn your head to the left, there is a shadow approaching. Wait for it to get closer. What or whom is it? When they reach you, what do they want? Again I imagined my cat who had died years back approaching me, whereas my friend imagined a boy.

From this I managed to get a short story about going to a field to visit my dead cat every night, because I couldn’t let her go. I asked my friend to do this technique and wrote a poem from her experience.