Her trailing tendrils flash
In the sunlight.
The weight upon her
Pushes down
On blackness thick
And pillowy.
A single eye through which she sees
Where she goes
Another pointing backward to see
Where she's been.
Wide-faced and white, thatched
With wrinkles
Old and horribly spotty dark
Liver spots
On perfect, red skin.
She walks
So far that her feet
Near burst
And sometimes break
She runs
Too fast that she sometimes
Crashes into
Things that come into her path.
Her bones
They creak with every motion
Her pocketwatch
Jingling its chain.
She crashes
And breaks her bones
Old friend
He's sorry he couldn't help you.
Author notes
Option #2 :
Personification Challenge -
I want you to personify an inanimate object through poetry. It can be any object you want, written in any style you want (except for rhyme), as long as you don't mention the object itself in the poem. Put the name of the object in your author's comments only.
The object I chose was a bicycle.
So apparently the user "Slaughter" is ignoring me, making me unable to enter the contest this was for. Oh well.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hmmm introsting
never herd one like that befor i like it its defrint
and i love defrint
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