As some of you may know, as well as holding private creative writing workshops, I also tutor creative writing for the local council. Tutoring adults can be rewarding (discovering wonderful writers), chaotic (my lesson plans are rarely followed – someone will inevitably take things off at a tangent) hilarious (the undiscovered comedian/ the completely unaware comedian) and thought-provoking (especially with memoir writing) Every now and then I like to share some of their work.
Here is a piece written by one of my students after I set them an exercise which ended with the last line, “And this is the room where it happened.”
This is a poem by Alex Abercrombie.
You’re shaken awake from a jittery nap and
The mantelpiece clock shows a quarter to two.
The dog on the mat and the cat on your lap and
The owls in the attic are wakeful too.
There’s a rattle of chains and a loud ringing rap and
A creak of a door and a hullabaloo –
By the light of the moon on the cold foggy dew
A leathery, whiskery, rogue of a chap, and
A girl in a plain cotton smock and a cap and
A red woollen petticoat, float into view.
They say the wench brought the man down with one slap and
A knife in the ribs – though whether that’s true
Or a tall tarradiddle, I haven’t a clue.
But there are some things’ll make anyone snap and
Commit bloody murder and all – and I do
Say it’s not very nice of a toff to entrap and
Abandon a poor village lass. Don’t you?
When all that she got was a dose of the clap and
A bun in the oven (which turned into two)
And this is the room where it happened.
© Alex Abercrombie 2018
You may also like to see a prose piece on the same subject written by another student, Trish Power https://judithbarrowblog.com/2018/01/17/and-this-is-the-room-where-it-happened-thursdaythoughts-pembrokeshire-humour/here