Poem for the day

The Pity of Love

A pity beyond all telling

Is hid in the heart of love:

The folk who are buying and selling,

The clouds on their journey above,

The cold wet winds ever blowing,

And the shadowy hazel grove

Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,

Threaten the head that I love.

– W. B. Yeats

Writing Prompt: Hiding the body

In jest, I asked some friends how best to dispose of a body. The implication being that I had killed someone who upset me and that I would need a clever way of covering my tracks. Several friends were very forthcoming in their advice, which made me wonder…how difficult would it be to commit a crime and conceal it?

When you consider that most people go about their lives without particularly violent incidents, what would it take to drive a “normal” person to murder and what they do to cover it up?

Here’s an idea. Think about how someone could kill someone and how they might get away with it.

Here are some weapons to get you started:

1. kitchen knife

2. an ice axe

3.  a laptop cord

4. pipe cleaner

5. a car

6. a bath tub

Here are some motives:

1. money

2. infidelity

3. revenge

4. impulse

5. blackmail

6. none/random

The scene

1. A garage

2. an office

3. The Kitchen

4. An abandoned playground

5. An ally

6. A train station

Use a combination of the three elements listed above to create your crime. Have fun.

Writing Prompt: Colour

I’ve been thinking about how colour leaves an impression. It can be the colour of someone’s eyes, a sunset, a bit of brightness when you don’t expect it. Colour can affect your mood, how you perceive people and objects. Here are a few images that caught my attention.

purple iris

The other day, I wandered into a conference that was filled with people in suits, black, grey, striped. The person who stood out was a young woman wearing a teal green dress. The colour was striking, but what was more interesting was people’s reaction to her. She seemed to be bright and full of conversation. It got me thinking. Was it her, or the fact that she stood out from the crowd?

Spend some time looking out for colour. We take the world around us for granted sometimes and it’s good for your writing to be able to appreciate the effect that colour has on an object and our perception of it.

Write about what you see. It can be anything, but pay particular attention to colour. I noticed a friend’s eyes the other day. They’re brown, but with flecks of gold in them. I would have kept looking, but I think he would have found that odd… 🙂

Poem for the day

William Shakespeare – Sonnet #147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly express’d;

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

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