My Creative Writing teacher was talking to us about over-used metaphors, or cliches.
THEN he gave us the assignment to take a cliche and write a poem about it where we take it literally.
(i.e. – “raining cats and dogs” could be a poem about a day when it literally rained cats and dogs and what that might be like.)
Here is mine. Can you guess the cliche I used? 🙂
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By: Tasha Cardwell
It’s wretchedly crowded in here, though no one’s admitting
His stench suffocating the air: old peanuts and droppings
He has many names, but is often ignored
No one confesses: he doesn’t match the décor
His mammoth frame eating hay: offensive and broad
Still we engage in more shallow dialogue
It’s gnawing at me! I wish someone would say something!
But not me – someone else! It’s quite unbecoming.
So we sip our tea and engage in more pleasantries.
While Quagmire bellows and drops more feces
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For a clue on which cliche I am writing about – click here!
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P.s. – “Quagmire” – a situation from which extrication is very difficult.