Writing Fiction: Despair

Just to carry on this week’s happy mood, an oddly hopeful take by Christopher Reid.  And the thought that the solution to creative problems is always nearby is encouraging.

THE FLY

A fat fly fuddles for an exit

at the window pane.

Bluntly, stubbornly, it inspects it,

like a brain

nonplussed by a seemingly simple sentence

in a book,

which the glaze of unduly protracted acquaintance

has turned to gobbledygook.

 

A few inches above where the fly fizzes

a gap of air

waits, but this has

not yet been vouchsafed to the fly.

Only retreat and a loop or swoop of despair

will give it the sky.

 

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5 thoughts on “Writing Fiction: Despair

  1. Flies are also very contrary when you’re trying to help them get OUT of the window – they will fly anywhere but.

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