Over the Christmas break we were given this poem:
I
have eaten
The
plums
That
were in
The icebox
And
which you
Were
probably
Saving
For
breakfast
Forgive
me
They
were delicious
So
sweet
And
so cold.
We had to create a piece based on this, and I liked the style the poem was written so I thought I would continue the story and build on the character further. I liked the idea of having someone who felt compulsed to confess everything they had done, and thought it would be quite sweet - though a little sad - if it was an older lady who was becoming gradually more forgetful and wanted to get eveything out in the open while she still could.
Forgive
me
Please
Now
I near
The
end
I know
there’s
Not much
time
For us
to speak
I will
confess all
I’m sorry
For
everything
I can
remember
When I was
young
About 6
I stole a
sweet
Stripy mint
humbug
At seven
I stole
chocolate
2 squares
From my Dad
At eight I
was good
I wanted
A bike
For
Christmas
At nine I
screamed
And shouted
As Santa was
Not real
Through my
teens
I ate a lot
Drank a lot
Too
I was happy
Everyone
else
Thought I
had
problems
I
met you
You
made me happier
Still
Thank
you
I
left that tap on
When
we went
on
holiday
Not
a burst pipe, sorry
I
found ten pounds
In
the street
I
spent it on sweets
Didn’t
share
I
found your shirt
The
one with
The
flowers
I
hid it again
It’s
not the flowers
Flowers
smell
Nice,
Pink’s
not you
Pink
is the colour
I
forgot
Last
week
Remembered
now
Also
forgot someone’s
Birthday
Quite
a few
Feel
bad
Had
the lady’s tea
In
the next bed
When
she slept
Felt
sick
Hid
my dinner
From
last night
Not
sure where
Can
still smell it
Think
I might be tired
But
I
Am
never
Really
sure
Think
I will walk
And
find
Someone
To
speak to
I
found you
And
I took
Your
blue
Handkerchief
I
forgot the room
The
name
Of
it with
The
sink
A
box in it too
Cold
box
With
a light
Food
and ice
I
have eaten
The
plums
That
were in
The ice box
And
which you
Were
probably
Saving
For
breakfast
Forgive
me
They
were delicious
So
sweet
And
so cold.
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