Week 9 (If you want to know where you’re at, but there’s no need to count).
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Today’s prompt is:
It’s George Michael’s birthday! For real! Share a story about him or a memory connected to one of his songs or a concert.
Set your timer to 5 minutes. If you feel like writing more after the 5 minutes have passed carry on.
This is a 5 minute exercise in writing in long hand and letting your pen lead your words on the page. No judging, no editing, just a stream of words coming out.
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Mr Michael
It is Mr Michaels birthday
Back at school
Our teacher is a fan
Of this Mr Michael
Cooling the air around him
And keeping his memory alive
As if he is here
And so memories explode
Why because
He never really left all
Those hearts and minds
You loved his music
His energy his heart too
So once a while
Years back
There I am in a night club
I am an extra
In the rented crowd
Fir a pop video “ baby I’m your man”
For
Wham
A camera crew
There was I and there was you
Swirling smoke
Take after take
You ran through
We danced
As you Wham
Dang snd played
We all had a break
got sandwiches
And lemonade
Take one , take two
Run through
The chorus takes off
We
We’re excited
To be part of
Mr Michaels
Memory
Tuesday June 25
prompt:
It is George Michaels birthday. Share a memory
For writers pilgrim workshop by Lucinda Sieger time 07.15am
Bug Catcher
.
Wooly jumper pulled over pj’s,
I slip through the bedroom window.
5am brushes goosebumps on my skin.
Look! A moth flits the path of
last night's fickle moonlight.
Here! the gorgeous yuck of dirt
between my fingerstips.
The tickle of creepy crawlies
ripples across my forearm.
I am prince of the meadow til
dawn dapples it's wakeup call.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Meet me by the oak tree.
We'll play hide and seek
and I'll count to a gazillion.