In Media Res: Poetry Day 12

“The first example in the ‘borrowed lines’ exercise above opens ‘Leda and the Swan’ by William Butler Yeats: ‘A sudden blow, the great wings beating still.’ The poem begins in media res, in the middle of things. As in ‘Dulce et Decorum Est,’ there is tension, or trouble, immediately, a sure way to grab the reader’s attention.

“Write ten openings that begin in media res. Think about setting up trouble and expectation….Choose the three you like best and free-write on each one for five minutes without stopping.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

My 10 Openings

1. Poised, on point, the rabbit inches away

2. One final scream pierced the air.

3. Snap. Cameras flash.

4. We’ve got almost complete dilation.

5. Something bad sneaks up and I can’t run.

6. “Oh,” she cries.

7. She sobs into my chest.

8. Spit flying, nostrils flared.

9. The bass thrums down to my toes.

10. The pizza’s cold.

The writing is not really in poetry form. This is more just five minutes of pen on paper, brain-barf. The final five minute writing is proof that I have been watching too much Bones.

Spit flying, nostrils flared

He swings high

I duck to connect my nose with his knee.

It hurts but no blood. He wasn’t aiming for my nose. I stumble back, get my balance in time to see his right fist before it connects with my lower jaw. I know that knocked some teeth loose.

My nose throbs. I cannot back down. To lose is death. I sweep wildly with my arm. He easily blocks. I am tired. I cannot lose. I cannot win. Each step falters now, I can’t see clearly. He moves faster with each minute. I can only back away from the flying fists.

The bass thrums down to my toes

Laser lights make me night blind

I can barely see through smoke machine mist and cigarette smoke

I don’t know the bodies pressing into me. My friend is somewhere nearby. A guy grabs my ass and I smack his hand away. He just got a little excited.

Someone is speaking. To me? Who knows. I see his mouth moving, no sound comes out, it seems. He hollers words that no one will hear. If a dude yells in a noisy club, does he make a sound?

One Final Scream pierced the air

She falls silent

       falls dead really

Glance around

       Did anyone hear?

Got to get out

Grab her feet

       Drag the body

Where to go?

Where to go?

Dump?

        Locked

Dumpster?

        Disgusting

Graveyard?

        Cliche

Water?

         It’ll float

The cops will come

        Someone heard the screams

Have to hurry

Pick up the scene

Weapon?

        Check

Gloves?

         Check

Keys?

          Keys?

Car keys!

        Sh–! Must have dropped them

Go back. Go back

         Hurry, hurry

Hear sirens?

           No no

Good, good

Find the keys!

           Looking

Hurry, quick, someone’s coming

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