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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Wendy Naisa script #1

Wendy Naisa

Act One


“You can’t say you’re invisible and just disappear like that!” Shouts Natasha.

The room is empty and a cold breeze springs-up from somewhere.

“Where are you, where are you hiding?” She screams into the empty, rapidly becoming cavernous room.

She pulls a woolly jumper off the back of a reclining chair and wraps it around her shoulders, pulling it tight like a blanket. ‘Bloody English summers,’ she mutters audibly.

She turns around and faces the window, just as the glass shatters. She ducks then falls to the floor, “bleeding ‘ell!” She shouts.

The room is getting bigger! It’s disintegrating!

“Where have you gone, Jon!” She bellows in a slow, precise, pleading, sort of way.

An electric light bulb shatters and more glass hits the floor.

“Nobody’s invisible, nobody’s invisible, nobody’s invisible.” She rants, over and over again.

Her voice becomes hoarse with chanting. Crouching on the floor she hears a peal of thunder, the ceiling plaster starts to crack. Natasha can’t see it, it’s much too dark in her elongated room.

For a split second the whole space is illuminated by a flash of lightening, a strange and eerie silence is followed by a clock ticking somewhere in the room, tick tock, tick tock.

‘Five, six, seven, eight’ she counts in an animated hoarse whisper.

Her numeration cut short by a thunderous crash. The whole house, the timber frame, the exterior cement, the internal plaster, the bricks and mortar, the breaking of glass, the tangle of electric cables, the twisted water pipes, and then finally the leaking gas pipe ignites!

Wendy Naisa is an anagram of Andy Sewina.

Saturday, April 06, 2013

Something old something new

NaPoWriMo 2013
Okay, it's April and that means National Poetry Writing Month in the USA. For those with poetry blogs, it gives the opportunity to write thirty poems in thirty days. I have been taking part on my SweetTalkingGuy blog since 2009, so this is my fifth year.
Writing so many pieces in such a short space of time makes for a lot of first draft poems, however I've found that I usually get about six or seven during the month that I can publish. So my idea is to make a collection of the best of my NaPoWriMo posts and publish it as an eBook later this year. You can read my NaPoWriMo posts on my SweetTalkingGuy blog.
I found an old poetry notebook today while spring cleaning my cupboards, so I'm going to share a couple of oldies with you. (Don't worry, they're very short.)The first one is from November 1982 and the second one dates back to March 1984.
By the way, if anyone is actually reading this page, the only possible advice I could offer any writer, is for him/her to date their work. I have always done this and every poem I write has a date code beneath it. Looking back over twenty or thirty years I find this to be invaluable.
As you down there
in the threepennies know
that poets come two
for a penny
but the star of the show
is a twopenny poet
that's why you get
three for your money
Don't settle for
suburban comforts
why settle for
materialistic things
turn your helicopter
into a gunship
and terminate
your private war
Finally, I will give you another short piece that I only wrote recently but then discarded, I resurrected it today from my poetry notes file.
Wow, it's amazing
the things that they say
They say things like
What goes up must come down
Time still goes round
if the clock is unwound
Phew, it's amazing
the things that they say