So the craftsman said.
Their names were truthful, not naive.
Over the mountain and on the moon
a bird sang like fierce wine.
The sky woke up
those on the stars say they have
known you, but on earth there
were liars.
Deadness of winter there was a
angel on top of a Christmas tree.
So he knew that there were songs in his
cherry tree last night and somewhere
he read an odd, gnarly, rustic tale.
Thus they smiled and said feed him
hunger for he yearns to clothe that
fiery thought, was what his engine
was running from.
Author notes
Prompt:
A thin, unkempt young man who gives the
impression of having inner fires that have
been damped by ceaseless disappointment
– Alan Ayckbourn
A contest entry
- quickie - quote prompt by Polaja.
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I have always been a big fan of Alan Ayckbourn - I have had to change my underwear on several occasions after attending one of his plays. But I recognise not this quote...............
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a good poem penned with a fine pen, ah the fire within and ceaseless disappointment, i think i live in that town where the sky shatters the morning's scream each day.
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impressive write to a powerful quote. Kudos
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"Deadness of winter there was *an*
angel on top of a christmas tree.".
I really enjoyed this.
Oddly, I always tend to read your work aloud O.o
Which made me simply adore the ending... Wonderful, wonderful!
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I really like the imagery in this piece and what you have done with the prompt
the title is kickass!
Polly
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