This is a writing prompt from Writing Excuses episode 13.2. The episode was about writing active characters and it was really good, so naturally what I wrote was about a very passive character. To be fair, I asked a friend for her favourite first person poem to use as inspiration, and it's a bit depressing. I will let you decide. Here is the poem she gave me, followed by my writing.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
She stood by the grave every Thursday. For two hours, she
spoke of what she did the previous week, a record in a verbal diary. She gave
her life to the bones below her feet. And each time she lay a single yellow
rose on the long green grass.
One week she did not come. Then again not the next. The
following Wednesday, the diggers came. A trench was made where she used to
stand, and on Thursday she was lain to rest.
She lay in her grave every Thursday. In their souls, they
danced every day.
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