Note: Sahm at Because We’re Poets gave us Poetry Prompt #11:Metasimilac!: “I would like you to pick an object – any object – and describe it. But don’t just describe as you would to, let us say, a forensic sketch artist. Describe as you would to a child with a penchant for fantasy. What I mean is, describe it in metaphors and similes. Transform its characteristics and use “like” and “as” to compare it something else. Try to compare your chosen object to things it would be a stretch to compare it to in common conversations.“
Coming of age like the newborn of the castle,
Subjects wanting glimpses, no matter the hassle.
A lineage as trusted as gold, oh sovereign queen,
Our anguish diluted by your fifty-inch screen.
Once chunky, small, now a monolithic monarch
Casting broad adventures we couldn’t embark.
We hailed with weak eyes wide open, backs turned
As you pillage our precious hours, unlearned,
We oft return. Alas, you’ve evolved to reality,
A mutation placing injunctions on phantasy.
On the blink like a neon sign, to be overthrown,
A kingdom flattened to ventures we did postpone.
Like you, knowledge marches on, breaking locks,
Stumbling over, yet unmoved, by the idiot box.
Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
This is a statement about the general direction of television today. That doesn’t mean smart programming is extinct – just endangered. I leave you with the words of the 1960s show The Outer Limits: “There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission…We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical…”