They Just Appear

[smokingboot]

This turned up in response to bleodswean's excellent prompt for a poem re cherished plot bunnies/characters who have not made it into fic yet.

I never plan anything I write. It appears in my head. This is why I like blank screens, no company, no music, no noise when I write. The writing just comes to me, and very often, almost always, characters are there who start to tell me what happened to them, or I just know it, write it out of the muddle, and afterwards go back to fill in holes and details.


They just appear.
Waving to me across the road.
The plot never arrives ahead
They drag that stuff behind, saying
'Whatever you thought it was, it's something else.
Whoever you thought I was, that wasn't me.
I was waiting here in the flood
I was hanging in the water
And some say I drowned but you,
you saw me when I looked up.
Yes you saw me and that's why
I'm here, we're all here.'

Now the boy I never made
was a doll of roots and powders
Hurricane Katrina took him
But his soul was not for leaving.
Pen down, you're not mine I said.
His words; 'you'll find me in that hospital.'
I told him I wasn't looking.
His words, 'you'll find me on that street.'
I told him I wasn't walking.
He said 'I'll come to you then.'
And here I am
And here he is too.

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