Random Freewrite 2: Week of 1/31/11

This was prompted by the line in the freewrite we read last week: “only trolleys promised ghouls.” I can’t seem to get it to express exactly what I was seeing in my head when I read that line, so I keep going back to it and working at it. The freewrite exercise last week might help me if I just set aside what I’ve written here and try it from a fresh perspective. I might try that at some point in the future and give this one another go.

Silent run the ghouls,

somewhat discombobulatedly.

They discard the wilting peel

of twice-stretched earth,

and sift through firefly sieves

butter-melting soft,

to brush the common frame

and catch the patterned hull

of the lacquered scuffle box.

Garbled growling engine on,

coaxed by papers weighing coin.

Sunlight without scorn flicks on

if rather disjointedly.

Forward, then. They jostle on,

and stretch and stretch

resplendently

from gangling gnarls of fading whine

to lucid joyous shifts of wail.

Now through winding coffin lanes

where air weavers rush to and fro

and perchance too late to slow

making circus eyes and circus mouth

to see the ghouls up close.

Moon makes more soup than sun;

wails more kin than whine.

Silent run the ghouls,

surreptitiously.

Now in ones, then twos,

and so forth, on and on,

one might say duplicitously,

for want of company.