An Inspector’s eye view
on Sheila Ash (India), 21/Sep/2015 06:27, 34 days ago
This weeks Creative Writing Group exercise was one of tutor’s mystery bags. Picked, contents unseen, these are our starting points. Mine were a half burned candle in a candlestick, a piece of rope, a large peg with various letters written on one side, but not a proper word, a Dictaphone type mini-cassette recorder. We have one minute to decide whether tokeep or exchange the bags. My initial thought was “Shit, this is the murder mystery writer’s pouch.” I love reading them  but can’t and don’t want to write them. This is what I ended up with in our 20 minutes. I think of it as what the inspector sees when he first goes into the room where the dead body sits in the chair by the fire.Molten waxdrip, drip drippingtape deckwhir, whirl whirringsound capturedstir, stir stirringin the chairsleep, sleep sleeping.Letters jumbledWords criss-crossingpuzzles unravelledpieces missingcaught memories fleetingon the wash line of life.Winds of change howlingties that bind strainingstrenuously holdingillusion of life evaporating.Wick burns out blackeningcharcoal ash crumblingupward smoke floatingbody and soul separatinglife unravellingtime collapsingemptiness beckoning.© Sheila Ash 21st September 2015ashramblings