Wow! I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the last day of this challenge. Isn’t that crazy?!? I haven’t even really been keeping too close of an eye on the poems I’ve been crafting each day, so I’ll be really interested in seeing what I have during December.
For today’s prompt, I want you to write an outsider poem. That is, write a poem from the perspective of someone or something outside of your theme looking in. For instance, if you’re writing a bunch of punk rock poems, have a country western fan look in on punk rock. If you’re writing a series of vegan poems, have a big game hunter interact with veganism. You get the idea, right?
Here’s my attempt for the day:
We always seem to be gone for the weekend
when these things happen. A man in a mask
with a sharp knife or a meathook terrorizing
the quiet town where nothing ever happens
until we leave. On our cruise, we shuffle along
the shuffleboard; we buy souvenirs when we
make port. Our lives are so perfect that coming
back sometimes leaves our minds, but we always
do, and that’s when we learn what happens
when we leave: The world quickly falls apart.
Five dead, one traumatized–killer still at large.