EXERCISE Random Word Inspiration

Discussion in 'REFINING WRITING' started by Kitti, May 13, 2016.

  1. Thoughts can be fickle things. Sometimes all it takes are a few words to spark an idea and those same words can have a different effect on everyone.

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    What do these words inspire in you?
    Write whatever comes to mind, be it poem or prose. It doesn't even have to include the words if you don't feel like it!


    Hangman

    Freckled

    Dexterity
     
  2. The girl was waif thin and the coarse muslin gown billowed out around her tiny frame when she was led up to stand on the wooden platform. The gusts of wind brushed over the scene, teasing the items which set the scene, from the muddy curls of brilliant ginger cut short around the girl's ears to the innocuous looking length of rope dangling above her, a playful child making its presence known. The girl didn't seem especially bothered, though a little impatient, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other while the men around her spoke. They were arguing about her size and the merits of trying to hang her while she gazed out into the crowd that had gathered to watch with an almost dreamy expression, her eyes looking beyond them at something not yet present.

    Finally, having made a decision in the matter, the hangman seemed to have been well enough convinced that she could be killed without too much struggle in the same method as others. He checked the rope for length, eyeing the tiny girl in front of him. Nobody wanted to be privy to a decapitation with the head flying about into the gathered throng, not even the executioner. The breeze came again, more urgently this time, knocking hats from the heads of some of the men standing near the platform. The girl's freckled cheeks dimpled with a small smile.

    As the hangman approached her at last to prepare her and read the charges, a final rush of air dragged the paper from his fingertips and the girl leapt lightly into the air. Independent of any dexterity or grace, something seemed to be lifting her higher. Her face split into a broad grin and she waved cheekily to the hangman, who was standing dumbstruck watching her glide lightly away. She alighted some several blocks away on the top of a building and turned immediately behind her to the form that was materializing.

    "You gave me a proper scare waiting as long as you did" she scolded, still smiling.
     
  3. Have you met Hangman's Wrath?
    Have you seen his path?
    Have you realised his frailty
    Or instead the dexterity?

    Have you met the freckled,
    young man?
    Or have you meddled,
    In his plan?

    If you met him, rejoice and love
    For he deemed you not for his glove
    If you meddled, fear your life
    For he hates his strife

    And he never gives up
    Always looming above
    Where with his every drop
    He'll cull you like a dove

    Be good to your wife
    Never damage her heart
    Or risk losing your life
    And carried off in his cart

    For he broke his beloved
    Shattered her spirit
    And he's forever haunted
    By her without merit

    Hung himself he did
    For himself, to rid
    Of her crying face
    And her void grace

    Cut her legs he did
    And chained her to bed
    With all his rage seeing
    Her and another bedding

    Now all he knows is regret
    And her expression of hate
    All he knows is debt
    And his need to abate

    So his spirit stays
    As long as he hates
    A man that may
    Gives his wife dire straights

    Have you met Hangman's Wrath?
    Have you seen his path?
    Have you realised his frailty
    Or instead the dexterity?

    Have you met the freckled,
    young man?
    Or have you meddled,
    In his plan?

    If you met him, rejoice and love
    For he deemed you not for his glove
    If you meddled, fear your life
    For he hates his strife

    And he never gives up
    Always looming above
    Where with his every drop
    He'll cull you like a dove
     
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