Last week I finished my last Uni assignment for the year for my Creative Writing paper! As part of the assignment I had to revise a poem I wrote earlier in the year! I decided I would revise the poem I wrote about Ben’s “Hook” finger the got mangled in a workshop accident.
One thing I have learnt throughout the year with this paper when it comes to writing poetry it is quite OK to bend the truth a bit as part of having a bit of creative license to make the poem work. So for those of you that know Ben and know about his “Finger Accident” will notice some details in the poem aren’t totally true!
Enjoy 
The Hook
Thud, thud, thud,
His solid protector bangs on the desk,
As he battles with the keys
Like engine radiator fluid he beings to boil.
Once such a simple task,
Now wears him down with every tap.
What was a workshop adventure,
Now jeopardizes his only means of survival.
His voice grumbles like a revving racecar
With a loud roar his fist comes crashing down
Striking the keyboard with all his might.
Like flying gravel at a start line the small plastic squares fill the air.
The piston shooting pain
An ever-present memory a long road is ahead.
Although time will never change the truth
This disfigured phalange will never hold the ring of love.
