we dig our nails
in villanelles
and come up
with empty logic
repeated in
perfect meter
that every doe
doth frolic
little rhymes
like turpentine
conflagrate
my brain
we are all
suffering now
we cannot
escape
the
flames
Author notes
Prompt : 'esc' : http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy/2671055163
A contest entry
- Picture prompt. by morgana raven.
400 points, ended January 16, 2009, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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-_- i read the first five lines about seven times because i was eating chocolate pudding and kept getting distracted by it >: so i know for sure your starting is fantastic. Ok ive read the rest now, brilliant work here. Sorry i incorporated my pudding into the comment
great stuff thanks for entering.
Laura
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