Over the weekend, please write a piece to read aloud (soliloquy style) on Monday. This writing should be from your perspective in a dream that you have had. For example, below is a sonnet I wrote about a dream I had in which I found myself in a silent city. I took it upon myself to make some noise:
ONCE A SILENT CITY
When you were young, the central square became
Your gleaming heart, a shelter from the din;
Then newly silent streets became your veins
And suits with ties your silent blood within.
But I did never bear a briefcase black
And ponderous with golden goods inside.
Those golden goods for machinations lacked
What I did need to live, but not to die.
So, shouting, I will roam your alleyways
And suits with ties unraveling will know
What I soon shall resuscitate: those days
Of wondrous noise, those calling caws of crows.
Now you are old; your buildings blackened frown
At my supreme cacophony – unbound.
If you do not wish to write a sonnet, that is OK. It is an optional challenge.