Today is the eighth day of GloPoWriMo. Last night I reviewed the third Talking Gods: Pygmalion from Arrows & Traps Theatre for North West End UK, which I enjoyed the most out of all the ones I have seen so far.
Today’s poetry prompt was to write a poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.
Having recently seen people chatting about what would happen if someone came back as both a zombie and a ghost, I used this idea as inspiration for my poem. I hope you enjoy it.
What do zombie hunters, vampire slayers and witch finders have in common?
We don’t get to retire.
Unfortunately, my day of reckoning
an actual zombie apocalypse.
Talk about unfinished business.
Everybody’s dead, Dave.
No one left.
Not a soul.
Well, one soul,
And who do I get to haunt?
My own reanimated corpse.
Bwains, bwains, bwains.
I’m going to try and get her,
no her, definitely her,
bitten by a vampire.
Just to see what happens.
I’m dead bored, you see.
You can read all of my 2021 GloPoWriMo poems here.
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