As I’ve said previously I’ve been neglecting script writing to write all manner of other things. Not sure why, it seems like a poor choice of procrastination.
I’ve been writing some poems, something I find very therapeutic but not necessarily something I know much about, so I thought I’d post one here and hopefully someone will give me some feedback.
I’m also working on a story. not sure if it’s a short story or not yet, I guess it depends on how much I write. It’s another science fiction story about a pandemic that kills exclusively women. The story is about one of the last women alive on earth and how she copes.
I’ve seen a few films and geeky literature about the last man on earth, after disease exclusively kills men. This just seemed like sexual wish fulfilment by the author, the character having his pick of the women. So I wanted to turn the tables and have a world with billions of sexually frustrated men, and hopefully to make a comment about patriarchy and shit.
Here’s a poem I wrote:
She’s gone now,
You slipped and let her go
She walked on ahead and left you alone
And the path you’re treading with your head to the ground
Is thick with kicked up chalky dust
But you keep walking along
in the wake
Wait for it to settle
Seek yourself amongst the rays of light
That seep through the cloud
That you seem to think
Will never dissipate
Take a minute
The rest of your life
Chasing chaos feels good for brief moments
But I know you’re only really running scared and alone
From the deafening quiet in your head
Stop and listen
When the ringing silence stops
Which it eventually will
As all things do
You’ll find yourself sitting peacefully with a weary smile
In the grass on the side of the road.