Something New

I'm back, at long last. If you want to know why I've been gone so long, then it's because I simply didn't have anything I liked enough to post. But now I've got something, so here I am.

The following poem is an all-new work, the first time I've posted something that I haven't scrounged from my archives. [throws party] It's the second assignment from my Writing Poetry class, with the brief simply being to write something in Blank Verse: for those of you unfamiliar with the term, it's unrhymed iamic pentameter (each line has five pairs of syllables, with the first syllable unstressed and the second stressed), and the standard form of poetry for the last five hundred years. I wouldn't say this poem rivals the likes of Shakespeare and Milton (the two most famous users of Blank Verse), but I'm still rather proud of it. At the very least, I like it enough to show it to you guys.

So, enjoy...

The Time Capsule

Adam: photo of his friends, aged 16.
He doesn’t recognize them anymore.

Juanita: her dead mother’s grey necklace.
She couldn’t give away and won’t take back.

Charlotte: a worn first edition of Greer.
What use would baby Sam have for that book?

Locke: letter from his father, absent then.
His father’s not so nice when he’s released.

Tyler: his movie, with his friends as stars.
But only Asda ever came for him.

Arthur: his old copy of Hitchhiker’s.
A masterpiece he’s still yet to surpass.

Cassandra: her best poem, burnt next year.
“I cut my eyes with the shards of my broken dreams.”

Pratchett: his comb, mirror and aftershave.
He now as over fifty of all three.

Joan: her appendix in formaldehyde.
The rest of her body has followed suit.

River: her shiny modelling contract.
Guess what became of that hopeful future?

Matthew: “my life is more than one mere thing.”