Your ribs melted
faster than I expected
when I turned on the kiln.
I burned up
everything inside,
too.
The model of you I made
bakes when fired,
and doesn’t break.
Can’t you see –
I’m so much safer,
this way.
A contest entry
- ...of clay and bone by zochit2me.
1850 points, ended August 23, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Lovely write...
Pulled from the prompt well and arranged in a lovely manner.
Thanks so much for entering
☼Becky☼ -
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Thanks! (For the nice comment, and for running the contest)
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please look at rules and word count...
you may edit but if it goes over forty- give or take a few it will have to be removed
sorry...only fair
bec -
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Oh, sorry. It was about two in the morning, and my brain was obviously dead. Is this OK now?
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