(The camera pans leisurely)
It is dusk, the sky painted in pastel hues
a smattering of cumulonimbus clouds
floating shyly
the setting was pedestrian
as pedestrian as it could get
potholed road, cattle roaming free, horns honking, vendors peddling
drum rolls…er, I mean thunder rolls;
a sudden heavy downpour!
like a typical damsel in distress, I twist my foot
on the uneven pavement littered with empty boxes,
tottering on unbelievably high heels,
as I fall in slow motion
I clutch at the nearest arm,
in the swarm of limbs around me,
for support. Dagger eyes glance at me
I hastily remove my hand from his arm
only to fall in a heap at his feet.
Cut.
After that ignominious and corny start
are you intrigued, interested enough!
Keep watching this space.
Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you!
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