The Gargoyles of Notre Dame
Na/GloPoWriMo Day15: Write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.
I found something buried in the Gardener’s Shed and I ask you, my late night visitor, why would someone bury something that wasn’t quite dead?
The thing in the shed isn’t buried very deep, so if you were to crawl over the dead fall in front of the door and were able to push your way through he matted cobwebs and you didn’t mind the smell of rotting leaves and small unburied creatures you’d see there under the window a slightly raised mound of earth.
Were you to look at the raised mound long enough and the light somehow managed to find it’s way through the little panes of glass covered with dust and dirt you’d think someone was lying there on their side with one arm cradling their cheek and the other laying comfortably on their side.
Wouldn’t you?
If you brought a flashlight and the beam was bright you might think you could see something wrong with the entire left side of the sleeping figure’s face. You might think that maybe that the face was gone, smashed in by something like that shovel in the corner.
Isn’t that right?
They might wonder what you were doing back there in a rotting shed behind the Manor House in the dead of Night, they might see you take the shovel and try to smooth and pound that little raised mound of Earth flat.
That’s what they’d see wouldn’t they?
So I must ask you again, why would you bury something that is not dead yet? Go ahead you can tell me. It will be a secret between me and you. Just keep your hands were I can see them.
I work in a building that is below street level, right near the railroad tracks.
When I look up I can see the part of the sky and the sides of buildings- some are brick, some glass and buses, I can always see them . I know. Exciting, right?
I call it my Coffin view because if you laid down ( which I wouldn’t advise, so you’d have to imagine it ) it’s the view you would get if you were in a coffin.
One day though, I saw something new what I looked up peeking over the rail at me from the foot of my coffin:
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Really? I thought. Am I really seeing this? I walked up a little closer and looked straight up and in addition to f the usual brick and glass and bus tops – it really was there looking down into my coffin.
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I walked through an unused train tunnel to the street above and there he was
Anubis- and he was magnificent.
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I had no idea what at the time what it took to set up a 26 foot tall 5.5 ton statue of the God Anubis to the corner of the street that overlooks my Coffin- I have no idea because from my coffin I can’t hear much of what happens on the street above.
I’m guessing if you asked the segment of our former population that now resides underground they would say the same thing.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I spent a lot of time around the statue of the God Anubis during his visit to Seattle. After all, I had learned the art of embalming, I worked below the street where there are the remains of what used to be everywhere I walk and I write about ghosts and those little things that crawl into our dreams at night and turn them into nightmares.
I’m very fond of this particular deity…color you surprised, right?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Of all my pictures, I love these the most because of what they represent:
Sometimes when I go outside and look up from my Coffin and my lip sort of does the Elvis lip curl because it’s a pretty uninspiring, bland smelly view but I remember this day and I have the pictures recoding the moment and I actually hope and think it’s possible that one day I see something this great again.
HERE is a video of the statue of Anubis being brought in that was shot by the Seattle Department of Transportation:
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Do you know what the funniest part of this prompt is? The suggestions are longer then what I wrote, because you know, I blew it.
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 14: Write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.
Let’s play homonyms everyone
let’s show this silly language of ours who’s boss!
Uh-oh wait
or is it whose
no wait it’s who’s,
I will not google this, I will not google this,
damn it I’m going to google it
and
then (or is it than?)
I’ll play homonyms too
and I will
show this silly language of ours ( our’s? ) who is BOSS!