Friday, 8 April 2016

POEM - Zombie Pep Talk

So, I had to slip zombies in here at some point, right? This one's a bit of a mess / first draft, but I always find villanelles a bit tricky. Practise makes perfect, eh?

A Zombie Pep Talk

Do not pretend that you have healed your hurt;
your ribcage filled with pain that won't get out!
Your words will rise, like zombies, from the dirt.
If only you could keep your mind alert
and not be clouded by desire or doubt.
Do not pretend that you have healed your hurt,
instead release your fears and reassert
your need to turn this whole world inside out.
Your words will rise, like zombies, from the dirt,
and though some of your limbs are now inert
that doesn't mean you don't deserve to shout!
Do not pretend that you have healed your hurt;
it's well within your power to subvert
society – I know you still have clout!
Your words will rise, like zombies, from the dirt!
So wipe the soil from your rotting shirt
and let what's in your lovely braaaaaains shine out!
Do not pretend that you have healed your hurt.
Your words will rise, like zombies, from the dirt.

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