Let the good things roll in!
adorable Chief Editor, Lea
Schizas, has asked for poetry and flash fiction to be submitted to my column. I’ve received none!
readers of The Muse Marquee may be unsure what poetry or flash fiction looks like, I’ve decided to include examples
of each in this month’s edition.
is a poem:
for a Poet
The poet forlorn was a sorry figure
Abandoned by those he had known.
They jeered at his speech and cursed:
good are your words in the field?
Can we hitch them to the plough?
Do they trap us meat or catch a fish?
not fight or stop the marauder
Who comes at night to steal and kill!
gift he had, although it hid,
And most unfair that torrent of abuse.
His ego deflated and confidence gone,
his pen and lost his way.
Unrecognised and unused, his words
He cursed and let them wither,
Sadly veiled, rejected and despised,
Until death arrived by his own hand.
precious words lived after he left,
Found within the memory of another:
A phrase had painted a waterfall;
A clause became a forest glade;
Sentences soared over rolling hills;
With a glowing verse to catch the
Rainbows shone in images of delight
Unjustly forbidden during his earthly life.
Les Stephenson 2004
However, poems can vary in length, style, and so many other
ways. See Hetty Nassau-Austen’s “The Rudiments of Poetry” in the November 2005 edition.
is flash fiction:
Question of Choice
her. Remind her the festival’s next week. They all give in.”
nodded at the wisdom of Poro’s words.
approached Bouka as she worked in the village garden.
you know I love you. Let’s do it now.”
Toulo, we’re too young. I want to wait.”
You’re thirteen, the same age as me. The festival’s soon.”
acquiesced, and he led her down the garden path.
day arrived. All morning people celebrated with song and dance. Games were played and feasts devoured.
mid-afternoon, King Hau’Ofa IV appeared on the cliff above the shoreline. Merriment ceased. The tribe’s shaman
approached him leading an unattractive, dumpy girl who looked about eleven years old.
child seems too young for the ceremony!”
Great King, she’s reached puberty, but is small for her age. I could find no other suitable maiden.”
do the sacrificial virgins look younger and less attractive each year?” asked the king.
© Les Stephenson 2006
However, flash fiction can vary in length, genre, and so
many other ways. See my column entitled “Flash Fiction” in the February
is a promise:
Send in your submissions of poetry and flash fiction –
they will be considered for publication in The Muse Marquee. We exist to help and inspire aspiring authors.
Now I’ll wait with for your submissions. Let the good
things roll in.
© Les Stephenson 2006