It was grey

My first poem. An explanation is needed. It came from an exercise in my creative writing class: the first three words on the board ‘It was grey’ and then no time for thought, just seven minutes non stop writing. Of course what else would that inspire in me other than Mûmakil, Rohirrim and the grinning Haradrim? The next task: to turn ones writing into modern poem of about twenty words. This is the result.



It was grey




Huge
the stench appalling

the beast
the men
the fear

Gone
Splattered and crushed

Grinning
Crying
Kinsman dying