Fiction, Melbourne, Poems, Writing

Weekend

The suspense is heightened. 
Will I, won't I?
A matter of hours
To create and submit.

An idea is forming.
Bones, without substance.
Words drawn in haste
Yet still devoid of hook.

Achievement, prize and 
Vindication at stake. 
You can only surmise and
Encourage that I might.

Oh, Furious Fiction, how
I loathe thee. Your inevitable 
Disappointment makes me
Want to crawl and hide.

Though, the thrill of crafting,
Chiselling a clunky mess 
Into a tale that delights
Propels, and so I just might.

And if disappointment knocks
Again, at least I was in with
A shot.

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash


16 thoughts on “Weekend”

    1. It’s been months since I last entered, perhaps even a year. Just had too many rejections at that time and the thought of more flying into my inbox each month wasn’t encouraging. But yes, I reckon I’m ready to have another go 🥰

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  1. Yes to below…

    ‘Though, the thrill of crafting,
    Chiselling a clunky mess
    Into a tale that delights
    Propels, and so I just might.

    And if disappointment knocks
    Again, at least I was in with
    A shot’

    If it doesn’t work At least you tried….

    And yes you are a poet….

    And yes, I only discovered shift/enter by accident…voila

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