Sunday, October 30, 2011

Characterization Game

I spent some time last night trying to find a poem that is primarily dialogue driven.  Claudia hosted Poetics over at D'Verse last night and using dialogue was the name of the game. If you haven't done so already you should definitely be checking D'Verse out.

Unfortunately the only dialogue driven pieces I found were pieces of screenwriting, which, without context made no sense to display.  I know I've written some, and probably have at least one here in the archives, but I couldn't find one, and just didn't feel like writing, still don't actually.  Don't worry shouldn't last long, it happens.  But luckily I have at least a couple weeks worth of unpublished pieces, in case the drought gets that bad.  

But anyhow, I found this older poem and thought it would be interesting to post.  It's pretty straight forward.  A witch casts a curse on a library and each year new characters from literature come to life.  I wish I had posted it, then I could sue ABC for the premise behind their new show Once Upon A Time, but oh well-lol

It actually took me a while to figure out who each character was, eventually I got 3 of them and had to cheat and google to find the other 3, afterwards I realized I only used two authors, so I'll leave that here as a clue.  But all this just goes to show that memory is a fickle friend indeed.  Anyhow see if you can figure each character out, kind of a fun piece for a frigid Sunday here in WNY.

A witch placed a hex upon an old abandoned library.
From the stacks came the strangeness…

For fictitious characters, life was served
Resurrected from their place in time
Awakening in the modern day
To live and breathe, in the air that’s yours and mine

Each year a chapter unlocks
At the sound of the midnight clock
Unleashing another set of characters free
Alive, allowed to roam the pages of reality

M.O.A.I. was the first,
Appearing just after the tricking curse,
Still searching, ignorant of scenery’s change
Looking behind the dusty shelves
At a scrap of paper hands clung onto
Rewording in different tongues
Interpreting all as signs
To point him in the direction of what’s his to come

Arrogant Spaniard, braggart too
Boasting of the army he sports within his genes
DADAism, as fate would play
Would be the first book he happed see
Instantly falling in love with the acronym
Never aware of the words behind each of them

A Shrew to tame
Brought forth a member of
The musically disguised
All for love, he pines on for
Yet love evades,
Never giving him the one he desires so,
But a widow would come his way,
If on the page he could’ve stayed

A miserable batch of men these three
Each alive yet know not how to breathe
They pay attention alone to what
Sits atop their brewing top
Ignorant of the other two
Concentrating, but not on what they should do

The second year sparked anew
Birthing free the following trio

So dirty this wife would be
She wore a cleanly term upon her own
Slut today she could be deemed
Although, anymore, who knows exactly what that means
Five times tied and free again
To strut her dress about the microfiche
Pretending to listen to what she can only partially hear
Coy, but only enough to not be left cold in the s(t)acks

A prisoner, one of two,
Strong in both valor and might
Has fallen harshly with the bug of love
Now swooped away to lost and found
Before the tournament for his Emily can go down

Before the pyre could be set ablaze
She was whisked away to the catalogue of cards
If only her wisdom did she shine on he
The perfect cock she’d not mourn at all
Instead she’d stay the favorite in his eyes
Cock-a-doodle-do’s would fill the barn they stay
Yet now, here, a woman she becomes,
Plumed so pretty, she catches the eyes of all the men in this fun

And so, for each and every year, a new character arises
From that wicked witch’s spell.  From what chapter, from what verse, from what author’s story book, is not known, nor rehearsed, but without a shadow of a doubt, as each year passes more leak out, into a world they known nothing about.

God only knows what will occur
If the government closes more
Libraries, or God forbid, they choose to burn our words 


  1. What a great tale! The concept has such fascinating possibilities.

  2. nice...each year a chapter unlocks and characters escape...nice references through that section...burning books? no way...

  3. Fred, this is really fantastic! Sometimes the dryspell hits because we have pieces that need posting! You are right, you should have posted sooner! Love the concept...(and also, huge thanks for visiting the great unread've been branded an "SOS" in my book!along with MamaZ!)

  4. Interesting if that were to happen. :) I've not heard of that new show you mentioned. Can't help but feel like there's a metaphor here, of new characters constantly entering into our reality, history. Oddly, I think if this were to occur, I would wonder if we are of some book.

  5. Damn man! You could have made a bundle sueing the crap out of ABC..haha And as for my guesses go umm Rock-a-doodle??..hahaha I don't think my mind is working at the moment, I blame it on working and lurking. This is an awesome concept though, could put your own spin and use it as a book, screw ABC.