Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Apr8Poetry - First Crush
I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in
#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.
Today's challenge focuses on inner monologue. I decided to reach for my inner middle schooler, and just have fun with it. I think I may have gone way back in time, to a first crush. The bold font lines are spoken aloud by my imagined middle schooler, whereas the lines in italics represent her inner thoughts.
Ok, here's the challenge, if the seat is open, I take it.
Oh geez, the seat next to him is OPEN!
I gotta do this.
Oh, God, I'm sitting down right next to him!
Well, that's embarrassing, he didn't even look up.
I can be cool, too. Let me just open up my notebook, act calm.
Oh no! I bet he thinks I dropped my pencil on purpose!
Geez, he didn't even look at me, really. Stop blushing, fool.
Sit up. Stare at the board. Look busy.
I love his hair. I love his eyes!
He's so cool.
Remember - no hands on face...Seventeen Magazine says it makes you look ugly.
I'm just going to write down exactly what Mr. McPherson is writing on the board.
Oh my, I want to look at him. Nope! Don't. Keep cool.
Why oh why oh why did I sit next to him?
Why did I think this was a good idea?
I can't think.
What? No. Sorry. [whispered]
Okay, that was lame.
Now he definitely thinks I'm an idiot.
Geez. How could I possibly know the answer?!
I haven't even been paying attention!
I didn't know we were supposed to be working on that.
This is the worst.
Wait - he just wants the answer from me?
He's not even going to think about it, himself?
What a loser.