A warm breeze rustled her hair
as she stood high upon the bridge above the rushing water below.
Putting one foot out, she let her flossy pink heel drop without a care.
Whisps of her hair flew this way and that, but she just let them go,
for this girl was on a bridge today for a reason.
Leaning over just a bit more, she peaked over the bridge to see
what she hoped to be her bitter end, the end to her final season.
Taking a deep breath she swayed her body slightly,
but fear jolted her and she flinched herself back suddenly, sitting down with a thud.
Maybe she'd do this again another day, for today... she would stay.
Author notes
I'm not quite sure... definitely not my best write but I thought I'd give it a try! Such a vague prompt - aha.
A contest entry
- the Oblivion Theory - Pre round by Hadji Murad.
500 points, ended May 17, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very descriptive piece of writing that kept me on the edge of my seat... Good luck in the contest.
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I think this turned out decently. It feels really cliche, but it turned out well. There wasn't really a prompt at all so much as a request to show me something. I want to mold this into something that will be very powerful, because I can definitely see such potential. This is nice, it's full of imagery and beauty.
Welcome to the contest.
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Thanks =]
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It says it has nine lines but it has ten.
I know.
I counted a bunch of times!
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