I’m enjoying taking part in the Writing 101: Poetry challenge, and I came to miss my daily prompt today, since there are apparently no classes at the weekend. I also miss an edge to the prompts offered, so I came up with my own subversive prompt.
The inspiration came to me when, perched at my balcony on the top floor in a block of flats, I observed successively a number of intoxicated individuals having a hard time trying to get home from their weekend drinking sessions.
I wrote the poem sober but formatted it drunk.
A drunk man
Sways like a poplar tree
Schemes to take over the world
Skids on the icy road
Falls and fails
Feeling not the cold