Alas! No famous last words

I must go in for the fog is rising:
she says, a tad weakly, clutching his hand.
through clenched teeth he hisses, playfully winking:
the fog rises and falls like hourglass sand!

Though in delirium, she glares at him:
I have no will to continue living
not being melodramatic or grim
I scarce can breathe, for sure I am dying!

You spoilt my perfect last words: she does pout.
His eyes dance merrily, his voice is gruff:
get up my drama queen, go on, get out!
Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough!

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Laura says:

Select ONE phrase from these famous departing words

  • All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain” -Roy Batty, Blade Runner
  • My battery is low and it’s getting dark” – Mars rover ‘Opportunity’
  • A certain butterfly is already on the wing.” Vladimir Nabokov
  • I must go in for the fog is rising” Emily Dickinson
  • Ah! The times were good! It was I who was so unhappy”. Sophie Arnould, French operatic soprano
  • My anchor is well cast, and my ship, though weather-beaten, will outride the storm” Samuel Hopkins, theologian
  • Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” Karl Marx

Then using your chosen phrase:-

  • Write a  ‘deathbed’ poem of your own imagination (time and place optional!)
  • It does not have to pertain to the author of your chosen words but can do
  • You could include backstory, personality, remembrances, other people present
  • Make it sad, funny, sudden, expected, personal or remote
  • read Billy Collins’ “Deathbeds” poem – it sets all sorts of scenes

Your poem may take any form and that includes a prose poem

OR (for those who like an extra challenge)

Write in elegiac stanzas i.e quatrains with the rhyme scheme ABAB written in iambic pentameter.

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50 thoughts on “Alas! No famous last words

  1. no peace there at her ending – the quote from Marx is like a slap in the face and he is so cynical
    “the fog rises and falls like hourglass sand!”. Bravo for putting a unique slant on the prompt

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  2. Well that is quite a grim ending. Will his eyes dance merrily with our last breaths?
    I love the poetry form as well specially the line:

    the fog rises and falls like hourglass sand!

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  3. “Hello darkness my old friend” feels here dear Punam.

    Riveting imageries. Deeply devastating in some ways.

    Have a playful week, now my friend as you bid this darkness adieu. 🙂

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  4. So good Punam. You know I love dark.
    (A lit mag for you. It’s new, called Dark winter mag. Do try it. The editor is a fellow blogger, very friendly and approachable. Likes both dark and humorous and is not demanding at all.)

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