Work the numbers


Been trying to work the numbers

a thousand words

ten thousand hours

the rays of light blur and I snatch the curtain closed

concentrate, mother

I spend my time guzzling water

coffee, cakes

I know I’m smart but

sometimes I just sit here listening

to the whine of the drill

from the building site

gristling and

grating on my ears

and I don’t know how I’m going to write

all the things I want

both failure and its fear

hover heavily

like a blight


This was a poem from a writing prompt – grab the nearest book (Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake), turn to page 29 and pick ten words that resonate, then use them in a poem. I only used nine of the words as one was “pigoon” and ain’t nobody got time for that. 


  1. So weird – I just finished a blog post featuring a pig, and then when I read yours I was wondering what a pigoon was! I looked it up, of course 🙂

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