The satchel hero.
The stick rise out.
The string is black from volcano blast.
Over the dirt walls, the pipe flies.
The stick returns and lands in the satchel.
We begin to run.
Then the satchel captures the blast.
A contest entry
- Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended March 8, 10 entries
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Comments
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An interesting entry, but I would really like this explained to me. It's probably me, but I don't really understand this.
Thank you for the entry though
Gaylene

